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[tinstar]

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[Raylan took advantage of having several hours to bring his hotel room back into something resembling tidiness, as well as taking a shower and grabbing a nap - Sleep wasn't something anyone got a lot of around Malcolm Whitly, but he'd long learned how to live and work on smaller amounts of sleep.

Dressed but with his button up open and no shoes on his feet, Raylan answered the door with a pull of a smile.] Managed to make it one piece I see. C'mon in. [ He shut the door behind him as he continued.] Flight okay?

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[abrightboy]

No more Galas. [A promise.] But I'm sure there are batting cages. Baseball is popular in New York. Gil loves it. [He ran his fingers through Raylan's hair again.] We'll find something to do that you'll enjoy. Maybe we can go to a baseball game. Yankee Stadium? I've never been to one.

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[Raylan's smile got broader, more like a little boy lighting up at an idea.]

I'd like that. I've always wanted to see a game in Yankee Stadium.

[He rubbed his hand down Malcolm's side and up again as his stomach rumbled.]

C'mon. I hear some fried chicken and warm beer calling my name.