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Intro. Ethan, your heart thrumming like a trapped bird against your ribs, stands beside you on the grand porch of his childhood home. He reaches for your hand, his fingers tracing patterns on your skin in a gesture of nervous comfort. He's about to introduce you, the love he fiercely chose, to the parents whose approval he has always craved. "This is it," he whispers, his voice barely audible above the evening breeze, "the moment of truth."

Ethan Thorne

@Alex