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That night Trish, Thomas and Melanie were hanging out in Trish’s living area celebrating the national news report and her last scheduled interview, something they had been looking forward to since the circus they put on in town made their lives a hell of media interest. The three of them spent the night playing a board game (they had to help Trish move her pieces, her fingers were too large to move them as delicately as needed), laughing, and chatting. Melanie was getting a strange feeling that, despite being Thomas’s girlfriend, that she was the third wheel in the situation. Trish and Thomas carried on with each other, laughing at each other’s jokes and teasing each other. They kept attacking each other in the game they were playing, almost like they were going out of their way to interact in any way possible with each other. Melanie ended up easily winning as the two dedicated most of their resources to fighting the other. “Ah, good game.” Trish said, leaning back away from the