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Is He Real?

Jenna popped open the microwave, and got the popcorn while Clara got a huge bowl. As Jenna poured the popcorn into the bowl, they heard the guys snickering. Then the lights went out.
“Ok! You know what! I’ve had it! Damon, Byron, turn the lights on! NOW!” Jenna screamed.
“I’ll get the flashlight,” Clara said.
“Good idea,” Jenna said. The girls ran their hands along the counter, trying to find the flashlight.
“Come on guys! Turn the light on!” Clara shouted. The her hand bumped something. She grasped it. It was the flashlight. Clara turned on the flashlight.
“If they don’t turn on that light right now I’m gonna hurt them,” Jenna hissed, arms crossed. Clara munched on some popcorn. They waited. Still dark.
“Damon! Byron! Lights on! Now!” Clara shouted, tired of the dark. The guys bursted into the kitchen wide eyed.
“We didn’t turned off the lights,” Damon said.

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