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Text conversationsbetween Nick and Cassie after email just wasn’t enough…
Nick: I’m dying over here. Please help!
Cassie: Nick?
Nick: Yes. Sorry to message you in the middle of the night. I know you gave me your number in case of emergency. But this is an emergency.
Cassie: What happened?
Cassie: Is everyone okay?
Nick: What happened is your family is kicking my ass at Scrabble. I need help!
Cassie: Oh… And this is why you’re texting me in the middle of the night.
Nick: This is serious. Mr. Biggles, the cat, has a higher score than I do!
Cassie: Oh, God. Is Wade playing as Mr. Biggles again?
Nick: Wait. Wade is playing as Mr. Biggles?
Cassie: He’s just showing off. He does that whenever his score get’s higher than Mom’s because he wants her to think she’s still the queen of Scrabble, but he also wants to know he’s winning.
Nick: How is that fair?
Cassie: Um… have you met my family? Guidrys don’t play fair. We play to win.
Nick: Okay. Then I need a plan. I have to least hold my own.
Cassie: I told you you weren’t prepared.
Nick: are you going to help or not?
Cassie: Send me a photo of the board and the available letters.
Cassie: And tell Mr. Biggles we’re coming for him.
