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ANGELA I've been home and sleeping for a couple of hours now and life's pretty much back to normal, except that I haven't had a chance to talk about Rachael. Its late at night and Abby is already gone. I look around for J and find him in his den, playing on his PlayStation 4 or whatever that’s called. "Hey !" I smile at him from near the door. "Hey, baby girl." He says, still shooting people on the screen. "Are you too busy?" "I am never too busy for you, baby. Come on in." He smiles his heart warming smile. I feel really uncomfortable in his den. It's his personal space, his recluse. Plus a little confined and dark for my liking. The room only stocks bean bags to crash on, a 52'' LED for J's PS4 games, a mini fridge for cold beer while the walls are full of crazy posters and graffi