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(Will John try to plant one on him now as we agreed?)
"Hang...on..."
Gary shuffled on unsteady feet to the bathroom and emerged a while later, dressed in an old sleeveless yellow tee and baggy old shorts. He waved around the room to an invisible audience, and then to John.
"Good...night...everybody...nighty night..."
He moved towards the bed with a cute sleepy smile and lay down, his hair mussed up.
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