“Everybody get up,” Dad says. “Maybe if we all push at the same time, our combined strength will open this son of a bitch once and for all.” “Even me, Daddy?” Bobby asks. “I don’t know. You think you’re strong enough?” “Hmm.” Bobby rubs his chin, thinking it over. “Maybe?” “Let me see your muscles.” Bobby flexes both arms. Dad gasps in amazement. “Holy shit, son. You got a license to carry those guns?” Bobby cocks his head, relaxing. “Dad, these aren’t guns. They’re just my arms.” “Oh.” He performs an exaggerated whew. “You really fooled me there for a second.” He giggles. “You really thought
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