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"The house was built on radioactive waste and an ancient Indian burial ground?"
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"Hey." Ross came into the apartment.
"Hey." Joey, Monica, Chandler, Phoebe, and I greeted him.
"Monica, Dad called this morning, and, uh...Aunt Sylvia passed away." Ross broke the news to her while massaging her shoulders comfortingly.
"Yes! Yes! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!" She cheered and stood up.
"We were all pretty shaken up about it." Ross nodded his head sadly.
"Am I missing something? Because I always thought death was supposed to be sad in a way." Phoebe asked us.
"Usually, yes. But people grieve in...different ways." I explained to her.
"Well, uh, Aunt Sylvia was...well, not a nice person." Ross wrapped an arm around Monica's shoulders.
"She was a cruel, cranky, old bitch." Monica spat out. "And I'm sorry she died." She added quickly when Ross gave her a look. "Did Dad say I get the dollhouse?" Her eyes widened in hope.
"You get the dollhouse." Ross confirmed.
"I get the dollhouse!" She awed.
"Wow, a house for dolls. That is so cool." Phoebe smiled. "When I was a kid, I had a barrel." Phoebe sighed.
"Pheebs, you had a barrel for a dollhouse?" Joey looked over at her.
"No, just a barrel." She clarified.
"You know what? You can play with my dollhouse." Monica smiled at her.
"Really? Really?" Phoebe's eyes grew wide in excitement.
"Anytime you want." Monica nodded her head. "When I was younger, all I wanted to do was play with this dollhouse. But no, it has to be looked at but never played with." Monica rolled her eyes.
"My grandmother used to say the same thing to me and Suparna." Chandler spoke up, making the others look at the two of us strangely.
"God, do you remember my first dollhouse?" Memories filled my head.
"How could I forget? Dad used to go into your room to play with it." Chandler scoffed. The next day, Ross, Chandler, and I headed over to Monica's apartment to see her dollhouse.
"Look at it." Monica careful spun it on the coffee table in the living room. "Wallpaper's a little faded, but that's okay. Carpet's a little loose." She examined the inside. "Hardwood floors!" She exclaimed.
"Hey." Phoebe came in carrying a brown box with something inside of it.
