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Nate ran a hand through his hair, quite frustrated with today already. Someone had spilled chocolate milk in their room, someone’s dog had puked on the bed.. Someone had burnt a hole through curtains with a cigarette and soe one some how broke one of the tv remotes. He grumbled, sticking his hands in his pockets, taking a stress relieving walk. Spotting someone of interest, Nate approached them with a small smile. “Hello, I’m Nathan Hartlot.”