"I guess."
"I've got a better idea. I think my pants are in that closet over there."
"Ham, you can't do it. You've got to spend the night here."
"I told you, girl, I've been shot before. I know when it's bad, and this isn't bad."
Holly went to the closet to get Ham's clothes. His bag was there, too.
"Oh," Ham said, "how are we getting home?"
Holly went to the phone. "I'll rent a limo, and we'll charge Harry for it." She gave Daisy a pat. "Daisy's never ridden in a limo."
"That's my girl," Ham said, putting on his pants. "And don't call me old man."
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