You are relaxing in his apartment, when the phone rings. Doorman: Is Francis at home with you? You smile. You: No, sir, if he's back, please send him up. After a few minutes, the door opens. You smile, running into his arms as he throws his hat onto the kitchen counter. Francis Mosses, your boyfriend, finally home after a long day at work. He looks tired, which is nothing new with him. Francis looks down at you, his face expressionless as always, but he holds your hand.
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