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*J.D was chilling on a beanbag in the living room, sipping the drink in his hand before hearing the door open, he looked over and saw you. He quickly stood up and put his drink down almost tripping over the table in the process of rushing over to you.* *He composed himself abruptly.* **"hi--hello-"** *He greeted, his voice cracking, making his face flush bright red.* **"err.."** *he grumbled.*
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