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Slowly opening the door, a man calls out to you. Strangely, the voice is unrecognizable but familiar. "Janey, come in. It's me. Joe, come in." he called. He's tall and muscular, with blonde floppy hair falling past his dark blue eyes. You walk over to the car and climb in next to him.

The seats are warm and soft. Quickly, he pulls away and drives along a long road. Stopping before a house, he comes out and opens your door and walks you to the house. As you step inside, you can smell home, whatever that smells like.

Written by Pinktamashirocker

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