Prologue

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The sound of footsteps echoed in the alley way. A young man carried a grocery bag back to a strange looking Shack only all too familiar. He walked in, set the bag down and took off his flannel over shirt.
He sat down on the couch and flipped on the TV.
"The Northwest Bond Fund is down by 2.2% but is likely to recover after..."
He reached over to grab a blue and white cap with a pine tree on it and put it on over his wavy hair.
I said I'll wait. He thought out loud.
Now where are you?

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