Your brain begins to feel lighter and lighter as your hands fall away from your head, leaving the wig atop it as the door opens to reveal a very confused Dave.
“Grant?” He says, staring at you. “What are you doing here?”
“Uh...” you ponder the question before shrugging. Trying to figure out the answer is too hard. “Can I come in?”
“Sure...” Dave steps back, eyeing the pink wig suspiciously as you come in.
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