I’m woken up in the middle of the night by a knock on my front door. I groan, rolling my eyes in annoyance and frustration as I pull myself out of the comfort of my bed, before trudging my way downstairs. I get to the front door, before throwing it open as I begin to speak in an annoyed tone it is almost 3 in the fucking morning, this better be- the words die on my tongue and my eyes widen as I see you standing there. But my expression immediately changes to anger who the fuck did this?
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