Dominick Carisi
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Carisi sat in his apartment on his couch. He folded his hands and bouncing his leg. Covid had him stuck in the house and he hated it, and with everything going on between the civil movements and work he was under heavy stress
he ran a hand down his face, watching your dog sleep peacefully. He heard the door open and he perked his head up, his voice hoarse from an angry screaming session a couple of minutes ago
“Baby..Hey uh..I missed you”he cleared his throat weakly