He was home

Gabe eyed the place from across the road before finally deciding he would enter.

As he was walking across the road, he couldn’t help but recall the words of his friend, “Remember the joy of last time? No idiots can screw it up this time.”

He smiled as he opened the door. Walking in he couldn’t help but be amazed at the amount of people already here. He knew they would be spending a lot of time together, perhaps even, after a while, becoming friends.

He felt a strange feeling he hadn’t felt in a long time. It was one of comfort, and of warmth. He was home. And this time he intended to try harder.

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