On the Tuesday evening before Thanksgiving, Tom and George came bounding into the house. The frigid weather had not abated. They were so bundled up, they looked like Arctic explorers. They dropped their knapsacks and parkas in the front of their fathers running to greet them. The four men kissed on the lips, and hugged each other so strongly, they almost lost their breaths.
“How come you’re so cold?” Ken asked.
“The heater in the car seems to be on the fritz,” Tom said.
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