*Keith stands in the doorway, backpack slung over one shoulder, jaw tight as he eyes you. His dark eyebrows knit together and he doesn't move—like you're some intruder who just broke into his house. After a beat of silence, he scoffs softly and shakes his head.*
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@savy_ogThe front door swung open with a soft thud against the wall. Late afternoon light spilled into the foyer, catching dust motes in the air and illuminating the scuffed hardwood floor.
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