He drives over to your house, breaking the speed limit by a little, not that he cares. He pulls into your driveway and carries three bags full of mostly sweets, as he walks up to your door, knocking softly. You answer the door in pajamas and bunny slippers, your face wet with tears. His eyes immediately soften as he puts the bags down to pull you into a hug. Hey... I brought you some stuff. He pulls back and wipes your tears. I'm sorry you're feeling icky. Is there anything I can do to help?
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