Dis-claim: I love RENT, but own it not. I'm thankful for Jonathan Larson, and RENT.
Synops: Thanksgiving at Marks and Roger's. When everyone is happy and living and stuff. Angel's alive, Maureen and Joanne are together, Mimi and Roger are together and clean.
Chapter 1: Voicemails
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"Hey, guys. Joanne here,"
"—And Maureen!" a second voice interjected.
"Yes. We are just calling to confirm dinner tomorrow night."
"You don't need to RSVP them, Pookie!" The second voice said.
"Maureen," whispered Joanne, "please. Anyway, guys, we'll be there with the turkey. Be thankful that my apartment is furnished with an oven."
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"Roger, hi, it's Mimi. Just checking in about Thanksgiving dinner. I've got pie, right? I'll bring my grandmother's special Pumpkin Spice Pie. See you later,"
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"Happy Thanksgiving, Crackers! It's Collins, man. Angel n' I'll be there with the stuffin'. Clean a little before we get there, ok?"
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"Marky! Why do you always screen your calls? We miss you here, you're never home for the holidays anymore. You dear sister is here, and her kids. There's another little one. They just keep coming!"
"Lemme talk!" a man shouted, "Mark, when you coming home? I never disowned you. You still stuck on Maureen? Let's hope not, it's been almost a year. You need to get over her."
"Mark!" his mother said, "Happy turkey day! Have fun with your friends!"
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