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The Hat Was Never Going To Be A Good IdeaThe hat was never going to be a good idea.
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Max sighed, tossing the black Fedora back on his bed. He stared at it for a moment, realizing that the only way to rid himself of his newly self-inflicted bad luck was to kick his hat out the door. He sighed anew, returning to the mirror, ties in hand in an attempt to make a decision. He was wearing the burgundy tie, but he couldn’t help but wonder if the cerulean would mesh better with his navy suit and leave her parents with a better impression. Maybe they would think of him as more than just the messy-haired kid trying to take their daughter away from them. Giving up, he took off the tie he was wearing and tossed them both on the bed, pausing afterwards to glance at the mirror. Grimacing at the sight of his hair, he smoothed his hand over the stubborn black locks once again.
“Max! Max?” He turned to hear her voice coming from the main hall, “Where are you?”
“In here!” He called back, still try
ArguingThey were never happier than when they were arguing.
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It may have seemed strange to others, but Lucas and Catherine argued all the time. They loved it. It was never malicious or spiteful, there was no intent to hurt one another. It couldn't even be considered arguing, really, more like bickering.
Which was better, the original Battlestar Galactica series, or the new remake?
Who had made a better James Bond, Connery or Brosnan?
Chocolate ice cream or vanilla?
They both won some and lost some, lost some, but the arguments always ended with laughs and an agreement to disagree.
This time would be no different.
"No no no," Lucas waved his hands in front of him to emphasize his disagreement, "Clearly the old ones were better. You can't mess with the classics!"
"They didn't mess with them!" Catherine countered, "They didn't even remake them!"
"They added to them!"
"No no," Catherine waved her finger in a gesture of disapproval, "They added before them. They were