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I GUIDED ART TO THE KITCHEN WHEN I heard the doorbell rung. It was Peter.
"I'm going to look who." I said and walked towards the door and opened a shivering Peter.
"Man, it suddenly rained." He said.
"What?" I looked outside and it was indeed raining. I opened the door wider to let him enter and closed it to block the cold wind from coming inside. The weather was nice when we arrived there.
"Happy birthday, man." He said while we shook hands.
"Thanks." I said.
Peter removed his coat and hanged it to the hook attached at the wall before he walked to the kitchen as if it was his own house. He'd been there a lot of times, so I'm not surprised anymore.
"Art's here!" Peter exclaimed. I forgot to tell him about Art coming.
"Peter! I thought you couldn
