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After the pre-arranged phone call kicking off the next phase in the plan, Conner hurried outside, stepping into his tennis shoes in mid-leap from the porch (thank you, tactile-telekinesis).
"Uncle Jon!" he called out, "We're on."
"Uncle Jon!" he called out, "We're on."
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