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“Get up,” Mark demanded. He finished reading, standing, and making himself breakfast.

Peter snorted. “You act like a mother, Mark.”

“I’d rather seen him succeed, then live life on the streets, sweetie,” Mark said in his motherly voice. He would often work on his accents and impressions around his roommates.

As he always did when Mark chimed something in one of his voices, he necked the kid.