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We spend the evening telling stories and giggling in our room, just the three of us, and it is one of the most memorable and fun nights of my life. I don’t want it to ever end, but eventually our eyelids begin to droop, and Ruthie announces that she is going to get some beauty sleep before Baggy’s big day.
It seems like my head barely hits the pillow before sunlight is streaming through our window, and there is an incessant banging on our door. I sit up and look around. Baggy is snoring peacefully, apparently not hearing the rapping, which is getting louder by the moment. Ruthie has a pillow over her head, which tells me she hears the knocking but has no intention of answering the door.
“Here, let me get it,” I say sarcastically as I shuffle over to see what all of the ruckus is abou
