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Zach groaned from the couch and watched as Noah did another lap. "Caleb, just let him go. He's got to wear himself out. I'll stay with him and get him to bed if you want to go lie down. I know your head is still hurting."

Zach pushed himself up to a sitting position and rubbed his stomach, making a face. "We are not getting food from there again. We'll find another Chinese place."