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It seemed like the party had gone on forever, but it eventually did wear down, and things were cleaned up. It was nighttime when Jim walked Pam back to their hut, sore and tired but happy. His hand clasped Pam's hand tightly as he led her, and stopped for a moment when they were close enough to see it. Without a word he grinned and let go of her hand, only to scoop her up in his arms with a laugh.
"Tradition," he said as he began walking toward the door. He was supposed to carry her across the threshold, and he wouldn't let her go until he did just that.
"Tradition," he said as he began walking toward the door. He was supposed to carry her across the threshold, and he wouldn't let her go until he did just that.