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Wearing only a red T-shirt and black shorts, the young man stood on the porch before the open door, with a computer clutched in his hands. A suitcase and an open box were at his side. His blond hair jutted from his head like short spikes.

"And don't come back you good for nothing FREELOADER!" the voice from inside exclaimed.

The door slammed shut with such force that he cringed. "Click," went the lock.

"Wow," the young man, Ace, thought, as he reached for the suitcase.

"I've never seen Mom that angry before."