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 Doorbell ringing frantically you let out a disgruntled huff rolling over in the bed. “Ugh, who is ringing the bell so damn early this Saturday?” You mumbled after having seen the clock, which read seven-thirty. Grumbling you kicked off the sheets stumbling from the bed clad in a large navy Iwatobi swim shirt, your lacy turquoise panties occasionally showing with each step. Making your way down the hall you rub at your eyes, your brows furrowing with each ring echoing off the walls in your home. “I swear if it’s a telemarketer trying to sell shit again I’m going to beat the crap out of them.”   “[Name