Rider snorted, looking down at Romy. She was so tiny. It was sleeping with a little doll. Or an action figure, because he was a boy. He pet at her back. "You can sleep here as long as you want," he told her. "Even if they stop."
Thoreau looked at Rooney and shrugged. "Kind of," he said. "They wrestle. Daddy explained it to me and Romy once. They're just playing because they love each other. It's like hugging."
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