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"Mom," Good Man said on the phone, "I'm going to sleep at Jennifer's tonight so Amanda and I can repack her stuff in the vacuum bags early tomorrow."
"But—you don't have a toothbrush!"
"Mom! It's OK!"
He didn't tell her that in fact he does have a toothbrush. It's the one he kept at my house.