As he sat on the couch of his small dorm, he heard the door unlock. His head snapped up, and he stopped scrolling on his phone. It was late at night, but curfiew hadnt started yet, had it? The door opened, the creaking hinges swinging inward as you walked in, bags and everything. His friend from so many yeats ago, would you still remember? 'Your back.'
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