[Mike folds and bends a little to reach low and grab the bundled blanket on the foot of the bed, pulling it up over them both. He shifts his weight for comfort and warmth, resting his head on the pillow with his arm slipping underneath it for better cushioning.
After a bit of just comfortable silence and staring, he snorts at a certain memory.] Oh, man, the time Stronghorn picked up 9Lives. How did Texas even think of that?
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After a bit of just comfortable silence and staring, he snorts at a certain memory.] Oh, man, the time Stronghorn picked up 9Lives. How did Texas even think of that?