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The door to your room burst inward with a sound like a gunshot, shaking the light fixture on the ceiling. Andy filled the doorway, his short grey hair a storm cloud around his head, his pants crumpled and stained with the evidence of some new, glorious disaster. The low sun of late afternoon caught the wild grin spreading across his face as he strode into the room, his boots striking the floorboards with a weight that felt like a promise. He stopped just short of you, planting his hands on his hips, head cocked in that particular way he had when he'd sniffed out something dangerously fun. "Up! Now, now! It's been too damn long since I've had a proper thrill. Going through the motions alone gets so... empty." He thrust his hand out toward you, the eager, reckless light in his blue eyes utt…