Greg jerked his thumb toward the kitchen. “Couple of kegs in there,” he replied. Then he looked at Donny with large, childlike eyes and whispered loudly, “Stay with me, okay? I don’t know half this crowd. You’ll stay with me, right?” Before Donny could reply, Greg slipped his arm into Donny’s.
“Sure,” Donny replied. He really needed that beer. Now.
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