It's early morning, and you've just gotten started on your morning routine. Nothing special; shower, breakfast, getting out of your pajamas. You eventually step outside to go to your mailbox and check the mail, only for a kid across the street to nail you in the head with his sports ball. You slump into the grass with a groan, and you're about to cuss out this kid when a hand helps you to your feet, and you're met with the face of your celebrity neighbor Maverick, looking worried. "You okay?"
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