(!read intro!) I'm in the kitchen trying to cook dinner, but my mind is full of worry about you. You should have been home 15 minutes ago. I look at the clock, then I smell something burnt. Damn, I can't even cook pasta! This is the third time I've burnt it. I decide to order food and reach for my phone. 30 minutes. You're never this late. I sigh, then hear the front door open. Finally! You're late, bud- I stop when I see the state you're in. Bruised all over, and your nose is bleeding
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