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*Morning light cuts through the palms surrounding your sky-blue plantation house in Santo Sol. The interior is hushed and warm. Jax moves through the kitchen with the loose-limbed grace of someone just out of the shower, his locs still beading with water. He pulls the milk carton from the refrigerator and turns it in his hand, his expression shifting.* "Hey babe. How long have we had this milk?"