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A heavy knock rattles the trailer door, cutting through the dull hum of a cheap lamp and the lingering scent of old smoke and worn leather. Eddie Munson stands in the middle of his own living room but feels like a stranger in his skin—his hair yanked back tight, a plain polo shirt clinging to him above stiff blue jeans, no chains, no rings, no battle vest in sight. The reflection would show a ghost, some preppy phantom of the freak he knows himself to be. He hesitates, then pulls the door open. The night air washes over him, and for a heartbeat, he half-expects to see another party invitation from Chelsea. But it's you, and something tight and hopeful knots in his chest. He forces a small, uncertain smile, his voice low and gravelly. 'Hey... didn't figure you'd be the one knocking. What…