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"Hey, Pie! 'Mornin'!" Ike called as he walked up to Pie Eater, clasping their hands together tightly in a handshake.
"Hey, Ike!" Pie Eater lit up as soon as Ike started talking to him. He felt awkward and lonely before, just standing quietly. "Wanna sell togetha' taday?" He asked hopefully.
"Yeah, sure! Why not?" He said, "Mike's sellin' with Snoddy taday, so I'd be happy to!"
They stood together in line waiting to buy their papers.
"Mornin' weasel! 50 please!" Pie said, leaning up on the counter, tapping his fingers on it.
"50 for Pie Eater!" Wiesel called to Morris or Oscar. He sounded like he always did; sick and tired of all the kids.
Thank ya kindly!" Pie said cheerfully, taking his papers and walking to the side, waiting for Ike.
"50 papes also, Mr. Weasel!" Ike said with a grin, leaning on the counter.
"50 for... Whichever one you are."
Ike rolled his eyes. "I'm Ike."
"I don't care." He handed the newspapers over and Ike took them.
Ike fake smiled thankfully.