"I better go, I wuth thuppothed to go thtraight home."
"Bye Barry."
"Tell Mithter Fillmore thankth."
"I will."
"I want to work here."
"You should."
"In two yearth I'll be thixteen, I can't wait."
"Barry, there's your mother."
Barry jumped, "Where? The'th not here. You got me."
"I sure did."
"Thome day I'm gonna get chew."
"I'm ready for you, Cowboy."
Barry laughed and headed for the door. He held the ball while the automatic door opened. He put his toes inside the edge of the door sill, and dribbled Bouncy on the outside of the sill.
"I'm dribbling out-thide."
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