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... like a quiet wave. I made my way into the kitchen, expecting the usual slow Harper routine, and was met with a familiar sight: Charlie, still wearing sunglasses indoors, slouched at the counter, nursing a cup of coffee.
Alan entered next, rubbing his eyes and heading for the toaster. He looked over at Charlie with a smirk. "So, how was the game?"
Charlie let out a groan. "Musician's softball league is a joke. A bunch of guys trying to catch stuff that isn't there."
Alan ...
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