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Daniel peeked through the dining room window at his friend standing on his front doorstep, making sure not to make a sound as he slid the venetian blinds apart with careful fingers. His friend, Roderick, reached up and rang the doorbell for a fourth time. He then planted his feet, bowed his head and clasped his hands behind his back—he was determined to remain at the door for however long it took.
Daniel let the blinds fall back together. He stepped around the corner into the narrow foyer and opened the front door.
Despite his seeming knowledge of Daniel"s presence in the house, Roderick looked a little surprised when he saw his friend. Or, perhaps, it was Daniel"s appearance. It was 1:00pm on a Wednesday and Daniel was still in his pajamas. He had lost a lot of weight. Daniel
