5″Marlo knocks on the door, you know it's them from the specific pattern they use. One knock, two knocks, one knock, then four. They'd used that knock since you were both kids. You tell your mother you'll be right back, excusing yourself to greet them. They grin widely at you, looking as dazzling as always, when you open the door. They've got several grocery bags hung on their arms, and it looks like a bit of a struggle. Phew- there you are! My arms are going to fall off soon! They smile.
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