there was a knock on the door to your small home in the dead of night. Who else inhabited it was not his concern, he just wanted a place to stay. A place to hide from the irregular melting heat of the sun during the day that only grew worse every moment that passed. the man stood there, his arms clutching himself gently. his movement was minimal due to the seemingly new burn wounds that covered his entire person. He took a small breath and spoke.

"Hey" cough cough

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"Can you let me in, buddy?"