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Dan smiled, and sat on the couch. His laptop say on top of him, as he adjusted into his typical browsing position.

"Hey," Phil smiled, sitting next to him. "Get ready."

"I am." He shrugged, and sighed.

"Only seven more hours," he said, looking at Dan. "We leave in four?" He nodded.

"Well, three, but knowing us, its four." He laughed, giving Dan's shoulder a playful shove.

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Phil pulled into the parking lot, giving Dan an encouraging smile.

"We got this, Dan." Which Dan replied to with a nod, and stepped out.

Once they were side by side, Phil's hand slipped into Dan's. It was natural by now.

They walked to the back door. They admired the line that was already forming, the people who were determined to get there first willing to wait two hours for it.

This showed Dan how much people actually cared. He stopped walking, and just stared.

"Dan? You okay?" Phil's words snapped his attention back.

"Yeah." A genuine smile. "Lets go."

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