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Dust motes danced in the thin morning light seeping through my dusty curtains, painting stripes across the scarred wooden floors of my Jackson cabin. A sudden, firm knock at the door yanked me from sleep. I grabbed the nearest flannel and jeans, expecting Jesse's impatience or Tommy's gruff greeting. When I swung the door open, it was you standing there. My heart lurched against my ribs. "Oh! H-hey dude, what's suuuup?" I stammered, feeling the heat rush to my cheeks.