Friday, July 17th, 2044. Day of the Santa Pyre Song Fest.
"You look sharp!" cooed Mom.
"And handsome too!" added Daina.
I looked down at the black suit they had stuffed me into, complete with a blue tie. Going to the Fest with Lauren is basically a date, but this is just overkill. I feel hot and stuffy in this in my own house. How will I feel out there in that July afternoon HEAT of Saint Pyre! Are they insane!? "Seriously, guys, this is too much! Why can't I dress more casual?"
"Because, Bill," started Mom, "no son of mine is going to fail life... again. You and I both know how your brother turned out." I cringed. "Let's you and I do it right this time."
My head fell submissively. "Yes Ma'am."
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