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it had been a week. the worst week of indigo coleman's life. in the midst of everything, they hadn't even called jude, nor had they seen him, as they were staying home from school. they felt like this feeling would never go away, and they hated it. one night, as they played guitar in their living room, they heard a knock at the front door – this late? seriously? begrudgingly, they stood from the couch to open the door, only to be faced with jude. shit. was he mad? "oh. hi jude." they had no idea what else to say.. god, they were pathetic.