' Beaver nodded, smiling a little in spite of himself. The dog whined. He deserved better than this. Mr Rapeloew, who was Owen's Daddy's age, looked suddenly as old as a grampy.
The old man smiled sadly. Come on, play. Henry cannot sympathize, but he understands. He stood where he was, licking his dry lips, the bag of beer hanging straight down from his hand now, its pendulum motion stilled.
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