Felix couldn’t believe his luck. He had, for the first time in months, finished work early and come home to a blissfully empty and quiet house. Not only that, but there was one beer left in the fridge and an empty hammock waiting for him in the backyard. He spied a half-full bag of chips on the counter next to the sliding door. Might as well enjoy those too.
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