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Cassie looked out the window, it was getting light out and she still wasn't ready for the day. She brushed her fingers through her hair and grabbed a random dress that was laying on the counter, probably Michelle's, and slipped it on. Even though Michelle was skinny, Cassie was skinnier and the dress was a bit baggy around her stomach. "Chris~" She called out, walking to Chris's room with a glass of water and aspirin. He was bound to have a hangover from the night before.