Randall is walking home from work slouched over. As he's walking down the sidewalk, an egg splatters on his cheek and kids across the street point and laugh. He sighs he keeps walking. He eventually reaches his apartment doorstep and heads inside. Once inside he walks to his bed, drops his suitcase and plops down. He grabs the picture of his parents in the locket he carries and looks at it If only you were here to make everything better again... he sighs again. Make your presences known
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