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Tom was sitting in the kitchen. He took a swig from his flask and swallowed it.
“Good morning.” He greeted, squiting a little as the sunlight hit his black void eyes.
It was morning, and the day was so beautiful. The birds were chirping, singing sweet songs of love and happiness. The house smelled like coffee you had prepared the night before, and the toast time had made.
It had been 3 days since he had moved in, and even with his sad demeanor, he really lit up the house.
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