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You glared at your phone, the intimidating 4 digit numbers staring back; 10:47. You began to worry even more, knowing him well enough that he shouldn't be alone right now, not when it happened again.

The banging of the door echoed throughout your house, signalling you to finally walk over to the noise with a half-annoyed yet half-elevated spirit, knowing who was behind the wooden frame.

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