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↳Ian L. Rush ↰
Home. Home was such a concept to Ian. Home, by definition, was filled with a family, was a place where someone could belong. Not his house. When he arrived home, the stifling air was a sure sign of the hard day ahead of him. Starting in on some homework, Ian sat on his bed, the previous thought stuck in his head. Looking at the clock, he noticed it was time to go. Packing up his stuff, Ian sighed. He walked to his car, the time reading 2:45, he was going to be there right when Dylan was. Driving the distance, he stopped, a block from Dylan's house. Pulling on his hoodie, Ian started his car again, finishing the journey. Stepping out of his car, he saw Dylan.