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the door and followed him through to the room where they were sitting perched on the edge of their seats, one more move and they would both be sitting on the floor thought Michael. "Who´s winning" shouted Michael as they both raised themselves in a hope for a high flying ball to the outfield, but to their utter disappointment it was caught. "The Sox are winning" replied Mr. Tolkien in absolute disgust as he got up to answer the phone.
Chris got up and guided Michael to the kitchen, opened the front door of the refrigerator and drew out a beer for him, they opened the tops simultaneously and began to drink when Chris´s father told Michael thta his father needed the car for a short while and then he could return your later. "We´ll keep your food for you", replied Mrs. Tolkien as Michael picked up the keys and headed out the door apologizing and promising to be back soon.