[Hands in his pockets he gladly accepts the role as father figure of some sort. Brown eyes crinkle at the edges as he watches those flappy hands turn over the new guitar. It is a fucking good prize.
Will the pitcher be scoring later tonight? Larry doesn't doubt.]
I may not be ready to play it. You can hold onto it for now. How about that?
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Will the pitcher be scoring later tonight? Larry doesn't doubt.]
I may not be ready to play it. You can hold onto it for now. How about that?
[And he'll have to carry it. Small price to pay.]