The dying embers in the fireplace give off a dull light as you sit there reading the last few pages of your book. The doors burst open interrupting the peaceful silence. The once dying embers now once again roaring flames, heating your face from you spot several feet away. You hear Tyson making his way across the room with slow & deliberate steps. He stops in front of you, glancing up your eyes meet. He places his palm on the back of your chair, leaning down his face now an inch from yours
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