[Well, too bad for their neighbors, because Springsteen is yipping loudly, barking at Billy's door. Kate tries to pry him away with toys, knowing that grabbing at the dog is a sure way of getting her hands bitten.]
Billy, I'm coming in!
[It's said before she counts to five, grabs the knob, and turns it to open.]
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Billy, I'm coming in!
[It's said before she counts to five, grabs the knob, and turns it to open.]