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"It's near 6, Dan. If you want you can spend the night. I don't think either of you should have to go to school tomorrow, it's been hectic from the sound of it all." She picks up his plate. "Do you want me to call your mum for you? It's really no trouble. My husband and I have to run over to the Newton's house for their housewarming party for a bit but we'll be back in an hour or two. I didn't think to cancel during all of that."

They're sat at the dinner table. "Oh, well I already sent her a message about it all, but thank you. She's already at work."

"Do you have a dad you could call?" Mr. Lester asks.

"No."

He nods and leaves it at that. "As long as you confirm with her you should probably stay. It's late."

"Thank you, uh I'll text her again."

Phil gets up. "We should go now."

"Thank you for dinner, Mr. and Mrs. Lester, um-."

"It's nothing, darling."

He smiles. "Thank you."

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