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His home was nice, bigger than expected but nice. He was a newer friend of my brother so I never really knew what he did for work, I've asked. Never was graced with an answer.

My sandals made a slight tapping noise on the marble floors of his home soon turning into a plush, white carpet. I trailed behind him, mesmerized. The ceilings were high and the the gray and white theme really fit him. The lack of color though made the home feel unhomey.

We finally made it to the living room, the gray and white theme remained. But the paintings on the wall and drums in the corner showed Ian's personality. A smile graced my lips.

"What?" Our eyes connected and his face held a bit of uncertainty.

" You have a nice home. Like really nice. What do you even do" continuing to look around.

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