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Trevor traded his pillow for the blanket and rolled toward his side. "I got a bigger 'ouse now," he explained, still gesticulating drunkenly. "I dunno, do I? Wanted to, I guess." He slugged down more of the coffee before attempting a complicated twisting, wrapping the blanket tighter around him. "Why're you a prat?"