"Will you play Wii with me, dad?" B asked from the rental house's living room.
"Sure," B's dad agreed.
Two minutes later they were interrupted by the arrival of the evening's first guests: the owners of the house... and their granddaughter. B's dad greeted them and B followed close behind.
"Hi," B said to the little girl.
"Hi," she said.
"What's your name?" B asked.
"R," she said. "What's yours?"
"B. How old are you?"
"Eight," she told him.
"I'm eight too!" B held his hand out. "Give me the Wii controller, dad. You don't have to play anymore."
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