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        Enjolras was ready for a quiet weekend
        on his couch. Okay– a weekend is too
        much of a stretch but one night– that’s
        all he’s asking for, really. Just himself,
        chinese take out and maybe that box of
        macarons he has in his fridge. He’s so
        ready until he opens the door and—-

                                                        “Please tell me you didn’t finish it all.”