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Lon-Lon: Morning everyone, hopefully everything goes right today for the party!</div><br/><br/>Kat's phone chimed as she got herself ready for the day. She had been staying at the<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fi.pinimg.com%2F474x%2F98%2Fd4%2F75%2F98d4750c67a9c5f9cafa60cba66f4b9f.jpg&amp;hash=8ceee76369c5b4a6a6c0f1d98b395854" href="https://i.pinimg.com/474x/98/d4/75/98d4750c67a9c5f9cafa60cba66f4b9f.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">house </a>that her father had gifted her, her friend Jemmy having stayed the night, so that they get ready and head to the party together. More importantly, Kat needed Jemmy to be there with her because she knew that she got sidetracked easily, but could count on him to keep her on task. She had taken care of the gift far ahead of time, thanks to him and some notes and reminders, leaving nothing but getting prepared and heading out.<br/><br/>A second chime rang out.<div style="display: inline-block; max-width: 70%; margin-left: auto; background: #2dca1f; color:#fff; font-family: 'Helvetica', sans-serif; text-align:left; border-radius: 10px; padding: 0px 10px">Fabfive +Nina<br/>
Le Fey: Hey Baby Sis. I'm drinking all the coffee, better get here quick if you want some</div><br/><br/>She had already popped a 30mg of adderall xr, having swiped her father's latest script, and had been on a room cleaning and organizing spree for going on forty-five minutes now. Still in her<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fi.pinimg.com%2F474x%2F8a%2F8f%2F50%2F8a8f506268344f7eef30fd7fab49ae2a.jpg&amp;hash=60225deffe661bcb1c106db8052c8137" href="https://i.pinimg.com/474x/8a/8f/50/8a8f506268344f7eef30fd7fab49ae2a.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">pjs</a>, she had yet to pick an outfit for the day and was simpleminded in her pursuit for cleanliness and organization. After she felt that she had done enough to satisfy her need to clean, she recalled hearing her<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fi.pinimg.com%2F474x%2F3e%2F2f%2F0c%2F3e2f0c190eb97351b1b542c5d6560326.jpg&amp;hash=e467521b78add13c2445c6f187161a62" href="https://i.pinimg.com/474x/3e/2f/0c/3e2f0c190eb97351b1b542c5d6560326.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">phone </a>chime a few times. Upon further inspection, she saw that the birthday girl and her sister were up and about, and her thoughts now drifted toward the gift.<br/><br/>Jemmy had been right in reminding her a month ahead of time, which gave her enough time to plan and schedule things out. She wanted to get Lon-Lon something that she'd really like, and she also wanted it to be special. It had taken her a while to get the necessary signatures, but in the end it was all worth it. She knew that her friend loved playing the guitar, so she had bought her one and had it signed by Pink Floyd, The Rolling Stones, and Led Zeppelin. It was the perfect<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fi.pinimg.com%2F474x%2F7f%2F20%2F96%2F7f20963f834dbbd1d20f9adae04f6615.jpg&amp;hash=4e08e9fc70b02cd0b03d1e020818484b" href="https://i.pinimg.com/474x/7f/20/96/7f20963f834dbbd1d20f9adae04f6615.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">gift</a>, she thought, and sure to put a smile on her friend's face.<br/><br/>She decided to reply, quickly.<br/><div style="text-align: right">
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Kat: With all of us there, how could it not! Hope you got your party hat on!</div>
</div><br/><br/>The message was an optimistic one, but she was a bit wary. She didn't really feel like there was cause for it, but as one that lived by Murphy's Law, it was always best to be ready for the worst. With that in mind, she was going to do whatever she could to make sure that her friend's birthday was the best it could be. She felt that even if something was bound to go wrong, you could still plan to deal with the situation with enough planning. She figured that with all of them there for the sole purpose of celebrating Lon-Lon, there wasn't a problem that they all wouldn't be able to tackle. They were the Fabfive for a reason.<br/><br/>After some time rummaging through her closet and laying out various combinations, she finally settled on an<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fi.pinimg.com%2F474x%2F2a%2F07%2F87%2F2a078719d5801640248fec05e6ea535f.jpg&amp;hash=bfc4b3aa138f8e6624c336cac92f9924" href="https://i.pinimg.com/474x/2a/07/87/2a078719d5801640248fec05e6ea535f.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">outfit.</a>Now, all that was left, was to eat breakfast, and get ready to get the festivities underway. There was nothing quite like hanging out with the whole gang, even if Mr. Sunshine could be a bit much at times. She simply didn't understand how one person could truly be that joyous and upbeat about things. She rolled her eyes at the thought of having, in her opinion, such an unrealistic outlook on life. By no means did that mean she didn't like him, seeing as they were all friends, but she just couldn't see why or how he could be like that all the time.<br/><br/>"Jemmy! Are you getting ready!?" she yelled through the hall as she fast-walked to the bathroom down from her room. She always preferred to use another bathroom to wash up and get ready, not wanting to dirty up or clutter up her own bathroom.