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The front door swings open, carrying the smell of dry earth and spent gunpowder. Boots thud on the tile before she kicks them off, her silhouette sharp against the porch light. She pads into the living room and finds you curled on the couch, fast asleep. A rare softness crosses her face as she kneels beside you, her fingers brushing hair from your forehead. Missed me that much, huh?