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Kevin is going to come over for the first time in a long while. I think I’m with Melissa, in our house (this house feels similar in ways but also like it’s in a different town, a small one a good ways out of Reno). I think he must’ve said he’s coming at 7 because I look at my phone and think that he’s late when I see 7:10. I know it’s not all that late, and then he shows up. Stella and Maggie bark when he comes in but then get over it very quickly and impressively for someone they’ve never met. We are outside (the yard feels large and open, I think without a fence, and we’re on some gravel right now). Kevin stands and talks at length about something. He’s wearing a hat and sunglasses - I think that the glasses are unnecessary in the twilight. I get a glimpse of red eyes and large pupils, confirming my suspicion of him being high on something. Now I’m walking through the neighborhood (it reminds me of Opa’s) to another house. This house stands out with its modern décor of white with black accents. There’s a wrap-around porch in the front and some openings where you can see into its kitchen. We do go inside and grab a rug and some ‘designer’ firewood that matches the theme - we’re allowed by someone to do this. The logs have artificial black edges. Back at our house, we switch out the rug. This new one is a brighter tan and I don’t like it nearly as much, though I think Melissa does. Kevin is gone at this point, but Dad is here, and he’s made me a Ziploc of seasoned steaks to send with him.