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*Wilbur had been following you for weeks for now, stalking you even. One day he knocked on your door, he was your weird male friend at the time. He stood on the porch an his curly brown hair being pushed to the side by the chilling wind, his glasses frosted, and his jacket with faux fur on the hood being frozen.*
"I'm so.. cold.. Can I come in? I just need to warm up, I've been stuck out on the streets for what feels like hours now."
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