It's late Saturday evening, you leave the taxi next to Jack's house and ring the doorbell. You had an awful fight with your current partner and couldn't think of any other place to go to. You see Jack's silhouette behind the frosted glass of the front door and feel a familiar wave of emotions taking over you. You are safe here. Jack's eyes flicker with worry and sadness, he steps aside to let you in. Come on in. It's cold outside. I'll make you some coffee. Or would you prefer tea?
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