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When I woke up, Jack was still asleep, snoring softly. He looked so adorable! His hair had fallen into his eyes and he had one hand on his face. I moved the hair out of his eyes and he stirred.
"Good morning," I said smiling. Jack tried to smile, but it looked like a grimace.
"G'mornin'," He replied groggily. "What time is it?"
"I can honestly say I don't know," I replied.
"Well, Kloppman didn't come in here yet so it isn't time ta sell yet," Jack said streching.
"I guess not," I replied and climbed out of bed.
"Where, may I ask, ah you goin'?" Jack asked grabbing my wrist before I could walk out of the room.
"Away from you, Jackey boy!" I laughed at his fake shocked face and tried to pull loose from his grip. My wrist wouldn't budge. "Ya don't want me ta scream do ya?" I joked, trying to have a serious look on my face.
"You wouldn't dare," Jack replied.
"Oh, I would, Mr. Kelly." I grinned. I took a deep breath and Jack's grip tightened slightly. I let out the air and Jack smiled in triumph.
"Ha! I knew ya wouldn't!" He said and tried pulling me back into the room.
"Oh, no ya don't! I didn't scream because I decided callin' Scott would be much easier!" I laughed when he let go right away and gave me a look of mock horror.
"Oh, no! Not Scott! What'll I do?" He joked in a falsetto voice.
"Ya neva know wid him. He could do anything." I said and grabbed his hand to pull him out of the room with me. "Who ah ya sellin' wit today, Cowboy?"
"Well, I guess I'll be sellin' wit you," He said as we went down the stairs. "Heya, Kloppman!" Jack greeted the elderly man as we passed him on the stairway.
"What are you doin' up before ya hafta be up, Jack? I've neva seen dis in all da years ya've lived here! Pigs must be flying outside!" Kloppman laughed as he entered the bunkroom. Jack didn't find what he said funny, but I thought it was hilarious.
"Oh ya think dats funny, huh?" Jack asked and I nodded. "Well, I see how it is!" Jack chased me down the rest of the stairs and outside. I was having trouble breathing because I was still laughing. "C'mere!" He was yelling.
Finally, he caught up with me and tackled me lightly into the grass. I squired underneath him, but realized who he was and how much more stronger he was compared to me and I stopped. He had both of my hands pinned above my head. "Whose laughin' now?" He said softly.
"Well, neither of us ah laughin'," I pointed out, talking just as quietly.
"HEY JACK! What ah ya doin' ta Bailey?" Race yelled and Jack jumped off me quickly and helped me up.
"Well, I guess dey ah laughin', Jack," I muttered to him and he put an arm around my shoulder and laughed.
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