Chapter 10

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"Harry, can I ask you a question?" I say as he stirs the milk.

"Just did," he says.

"Smart ass," I mumble. Harry chuckles.

"What were you going to ask?" Harry says still smiling.

"Why were you so upset when they left?" I ask. "Was she your girlfriend or something?" I start.

"No," Harry quickly stops me. "She was just one of my good friends from England. I haven't seen much of anyone since I moved to New York," Harry says pouring the milk into the same two mugs we had before.

"Then why don't you go and visit them every once in awhile," I suggest. "You said so yourself that your parents send you money because they have nothing else to spend it on. Why don't you ask them to fund a trip to England for you."

"Because they always seem to go somewhere else when I try to over there," Harry says.

"Next time, you should ask them when they'll be home, and then you go visit them," I suggest.

"I guess that's a good idea," Harry says hanging head.

"Can we do something fun now. It's Christmas Eve and you're all mopey," I say trying to lighten the mood.

"Sure," he chuckles.

"Let's go watch The Polar Express like we had planned," I say moving to the lounge. Harry follows.

We put our mugs down on the coffee table and I put  the movie on. For most of it, Harry points out that most of what is happening is basically impossible. I keep saying "Shut up, Harry." He laughs, but doesn't shut up.

"God, Harry, you're like the guy who gets 'LEARN' punched into his ticket," I say at the end of it.

"That stuff would never happen though," Harry says defensively.

"That's what makes it such a great movie," I state.

"I'll admit it was a good movie," Harry starts.

"Now if it wasn't so unrealistic would it have been just as good," I question already knowing what he was going to say.

"Probably not," Harry starts before I cut him off.

"Then stop complaining," I say putting my hand up.

"Ok," Harry raises his hands above his head in defeat.

He turns on his heels and then disappears into the kitchen again. I hear him searching through something before he returns with a blue box in his hands.

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