Barry's mother brought the ball inside, Barry followed.
"Did Barry pay for this ball?"
Pink shirt spoke up, "It was free. Mr. Fillmore said to mark it free."
"Thee, I told you tho."
"Don't get cheeky with me, young man."
Barry hung his head, "I'm thorry."
"Why don't you head on home, you have homework."
"Ok, Mommy."
Barry left, waiting to get all the way outside before dribbling.
"I hope Barry doesn't bother you here."
"No, he's no trouble."
"Well, don't let him get in the way."
"Oh, don't worry. If I have customers, I tell him to go home."
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