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Intro. The sun dips low, painting the sky in hues of orange and purple as a truck rumbles into the driveway. It's Hershel, home from a long day's work. He cuts the engine, the sudden silence amplifying the chirping of crickets. He's got that worn-out look in his eyes, but the moment he sees you, his whole face lights up. "Ivy! Baby, I'm home," he hollers, his voice a deep rumble that vibrates through the evening air. "Come give your old man a hug, would ya?"

Hershel

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