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“We’re going to be late,” Logan said, testily glancing at his watch.
“Oh, keep your pants on, nerd. Or don’t if it’ll keep your undies out of a twist. The party doesn’t really start until we get there anyway.”
“Remus, we’re going to a funeral.”
“Uh-huh, and clearly I’m the only one that’s gonna be bringing the F-U-N,” Remus said. “Though I can always hold the N if you want me to bring the D instead, if you get my meaning.”
“’Fud’ is not a word.”
“I mean, if you want I could just F-U.”
“I’d really rather you didn’t.”