Help on the way

Clinton grumbled before letting out a resigned sigh. “Alright, I’ll come over. But if this turns out to be some sort of overexaggeration, you’re buying me breakfast.” Ben smirked faintly. “Deal. Just get here quick.” He hung up, slid the phone back into his pocket, and stared once more at the pale heap beneath his porch.
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