Joey waits for Rose at their spot, propping his feet across her chair so no one would take it. He could practically taste that hot dog right now, his sense of smell was so strong.
He'd smile in Rose's direction as she came back, trying to get up to help her, even though he couldn't actually see her. Old habits died hard.
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