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Jack grabbed Robby's arm and started to tug him back down the porch, but the boy undid the rest of the locks and opened the door all the way. "I'd sure like it if you stayed," he said. "You need help, dontcha, Jack?" Robby was pretty sure no one had said Jack's name in the conversation, but it was nearly midnight and they were exhausted. Jack looked between them curiously. There was a flash of silver in the boy's hand, a gun leaning against the door gripped in his thin fingers. Robby and Jack looked at each other. "We don't want to be a bother," Robby said, stepping back as he edged the shotgun into view. The boy smiled like he didn't really know how. "Please. I want you to." Robby looked into Jack's eyes in brief concession. They both reached a silent agreement. "You're mighty kind," Jack said, walking back up the steps. Robby followed behind, but he watched Dennis's face as they walked in.

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