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Sleep was coming easier and easier, and whether or not this was a good thing for Roger's health was yet to be determined. Dean insisted the more and more he took his medical what-the-fuck-ever classes that sleep was the best thing for him, but if Roger slept "too much" (what the determining factor was to Dean, Roger had no fucking clue), Dean was

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[red_ponytail]

Bill had been stopping by to return Sadie and smiled when he saw who was sitting out with Roger on the porch. He smiled even wider when he saw that Roger was looking at her like he was afraid he might break her.

"Hey," he said to Roger as he ascended the steps, then went straight for the little one, scooping her into his arms. "Hey, Cori! Hanging out with Uncle Roger, eh?"

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A peal of laughter escaped Cori's tiny little lips as her hands clutched at "Uncle Bill's" shoulders. In a moment of far-away longing, Roger wished he had half the confidence he once did.

"Somethin' like that. Thanks," Roger said, snagging the guitar case from Bill and propping it up with all of the care in the world against the outside wall of the hut. "I don't know what the hell I'm doing."

[red_ponytail]

"Oh, I bet you're managing just fine," Bill reassured Roger, glancing over at him as he bounced Cori. "Isn't he, little miss?" Holding her securely under her arms, he whooshed her into the air, taking care to keep her low enough that she wasn't in danger of hitting the roof of the porch.