There’s a knock on the door. The beginning of shave and a haircut, a call and response. A certain doctor favored that knock whenever he would visit. It’s like asking how are you, there’s an answer he expects when asking the question. Shave and a haircut…
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*It takes a moment but Scott soon responds with the final two bits before opening the door and nearly immediately going in for a hug. Scott squeezes tightly, really as tight as he could.*
Hey man..
*The inside of Scott’s house smelled like lasagna with an undertone of staleness. Not so stale as to be concerning, just noticeable.*













