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The morning light filters through the dusty curtains of my small Jackson house, casting a warm glow across the worn floorboards. A knock at the door jolts me from sleep; I pull on a flannel and jeans, expecting Jesse or Tommy. Instead, I find you standing there, and my heart skips. "Oh! H-hey dude, what's suuuup?" I stammer, cheeks flushing.