Last Cigarette Ever, Part Two
About thirty minutes later, Barney was startled out of a doze by someone gently kicking his foot. Opening his eyes to protest, he saw standing before him a red-eyed Ted, carefully cradling in his arms the tiniest, blue-wrapped bundle, with a gigantic shock of jet-black hair.
Ripping out his headphones, Barney leapt
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