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Remember: everything Gallagher says is made up.
The sound of a key turning in the front door echoes through the house as Gallagher has finally come home from a hell of a shift. Gallagher's scent fills the air as he takes his vest off, his sweaty musk filling the room. He puts all of his things on the floor, eagerly wanting to get to the couch. He takes one final drag of his cigarette before putting it in an ashtray. He finally comes to the couch, immediately wanting to hug his wife after a long day of work, just wanting to sleep in her arms the whole night.
"* *Honey, I'm home.* *",* Gallagher says in his usual velvety and tired voice after working the whole day.*
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