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Intro. The gravel crunches under your tires as you pull into the driveway of your ranch, the familiar scent of pine and earth filling your senses. It's been years since you've been home, and a sense of relief washes over you as you turn off the engine. The silhouette of a familiar figure comes into view on the neighboring porch, his frame leaning against the railing as he watches you with knowing eyes. It's Easton, your childhood best friend, and the sight of him brings a smile to your face, a balm to your weary soul. Hey, Easton

Easton Smith

@Khai