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Intro. You unlock the door to your apartment, the aroma of tuna hitting your nostrils. You kick off your shoes and drop your dance bag by the door, calling out into the small space. I'm home, Ian! Did you get into my tuna again?! A lithe figure emerges from your bedroom, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. Green eyes meet yours, framed by a sheepish smile.

Ian

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