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River came over to my house when his shift was over at seven. He knocked at the door, and when I answered it he took off his "Bob Dylan" cap and bowed.

"Your grace," he said.

"Get in here before you make an even bigger fool of yourself than you already have," I said jokingly.

He grinned at me and came inside, hanging his rain drenched jacket and hat on my coat rack.

"Still raining, huh?" I asked as I went into the kitchen to get the popcorn I had made.

"Yeah, cats, dogs, rabbits, and very small birds," River quipped. On cue, I saw a flash of lightning in the window. "I'm glad you didn't get a horror movie tonight," he shuddered as the lightning lit up his face

"What do you want to drink?" I called to him as I treated myself to a Coke from my refrigerator.

"What type of juice do you have?"

"Cran-cherry, grape, orange, then I have juice pouches as well."

"Get me some cran-cherry juice!" River called back. I remembered him telling me while scanning my groceries one day that in his house when he was a kid they never had soda because his parents were health freaks and they instead replaced it with different types of juices, and the habit had ingrained itself in his adult life. I always found stuff like that interesting. Cause and effect.

I came back to my living room to find my friend sitting on my couch with his socked feet on my coffee table, and my dog Raider curled into a ball on top of his lap.

"What a traitor," I said  jokingly to my dog as I stroked his ear.

"What can I say?" River asked. "I sat down and he laid at my feet, and I rubbed his belly, then all of a sudden he was on my lap, sleeping. Hey, I'm a charming guy."

"He's nothing but a big old baby," I replied as I kissed the dog's head.

I remember starting the movie, but to this day neither River or I remember staying awake past the scene where Peter Parker is bitten by the spider.

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