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Ethan stepped back slightly at the tone of Patrick's voice, while it probably would have sailed over the heads of most other children Ethan detected it without much trouble. "I don't think it will be difficult to sneak past my mom," he answered Pat, "but are you sure we have to go outside?" Ethan did not like the outdoors. The outdoors had dirt, and dirt clung to one's skin in a manner that was just plain unsettling, at least that was Ethan's view of things. Besides, in his opinion, most things worth doing could be done with a roof over your head. Except flying a kite, although he supposed that you could get a really strong fan and a really high ceiling if you were really that determined to fly a kite inside. Bringing his attention away from such pointless matters and back to the current situation Ethan waited anxiously for the other boy to respond.