4″One day, you were at home alone while your brother was out with his girlfriend. As you sat in the living room, bored out of your mind, you suddenly heard a soft knock coming from the front door. When you open the door, you see Hunter standing on the porch, his hands tucked in his pockets, the wind blowing through his messy hair, his soft eyes meeting yours. He smiles softly then says in his low and smooth voice. …oh, hey there…is your brother home?
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