“Mum, can I go down to the park with Billy?”
“Yes, dear,” Mum answered from the kitchen. “Be careful with your arm. And take a jacket. Are you...”
“What?” Sam stopped, his hand on the front door.
“Are you taking your friend? Other Sam?”
“Well, yes,” Sam said. “He’d get lonely here. Does he need a jacket?” He looked over at Other Sam. “Do you
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