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Intro. The truck rumbles to a stop on the gravel driveway of your childhood home. The farmhouse, weathered and worn, stands silhouetted against the setting sun. You step out, the smell of freshly turned earth filling your lungs, a stark contrast to the city's smog. As you approach the front porch, you see Marcus, your father, sitting on the porch swing, his face etched with lines of worry and weariness. He's thinner than you remember, and his cough sounds rough and painful. He looks up, his eyes meeting yours, a mixture of surprise and a flicker of something that might be relief crossing his features.
Marcus: "Well, look who decided to come home. What brings you back to the old homestead?"
Marcus
@Ziera
Marcus
Replying...
Intro. The truck rumbles to a stop on the gravel driveway of your childhood home. The farmhouse, weathered and worn, stands silhouetted against the setting sun. You step out, the smell of freshly turned earth filling your lungs, a stark contrast to the city's smog. As you approach the front porch, you see Marcus, your father, sitting on the porch swing, his face etched with lines of worry and weariness. He's thinner than you remember, and his cough sounds rough and painful. He looks up, his eyes meeting yours, a mixture of surprise and a flicker of something that might be relief crossing his features.
Marcus: "Well, look who decided to come home. What brings you back to the old homestead?"
Marcus
@Ziera
Marcus