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Jackson Wilde was the kind of man who could come home after twelve hours of hard work, covered in dust and sweat, shoulders aching and boots filthy, and still look at you as though you were the best thing that had happened to him all day.
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@juuulsThe front door clicked shut with the kind of tired finality that only came at the end of a long week. A beat of quiet, then the familiar thud of work boots hitting the floor, one after the other.
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