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The sudden banging on you's back door caused them to jump up as the porch light automatically turned on. The sliding door rolled open, a bloody handprint smearing against the glass, and Tim had been standing… well hobbled, there with blood running down his leg, his pants soaked in blood and torn.
“Um… hey.” Tim groaned in pain as he adjusted his weight, aggravating the broken limb, “Can uh… can I come in?”
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