[Mike shakes his head at the wave, gives Chuck a sheepish smile. Caught in the act, he can't really help but laugh at himself, even if good-naturedly. One morning and he was already wrapped around his finger.
... or maybe he already was, it's just that from this morning forth, it turns evident.] Sorry. Hey, what did I tell you?
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... or maybe he already was, it's just that from this morning forth, it turns evident.] Sorry. Hey, what did I tell you?