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The next day, I was sitting on a stool in front of the mirror, running a brush through my hair while wearing only a towel. I had only one client I would meet later in the afternoon, meaning that I could have the early time of the day to myself. Tatum had his own life he would like to attend to when he wasn't with me and I had one, too. I was hardly familiar with the neighborhood and wanted to take a stroll around to grow accustomed to it. There were so many places to explore in a city that could have been experienced alone. Tatum had offered to come along but he had his own life I couldn't keep him away from. My bedroom door was opened, so I was able to hear what sounded like paper dropping down on the floor down the hall. I stood up and walked over to the door. I could see the front doo