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When Chon gets to his apartment, O is there.

She has a key because she looks after the place when he’s gone.

Waters the single plant.

(No, not that kind of plant. Some innocuous plant, like a ficus or something.)

“I hope it’s okay I let myself in,” O says.

“Sure.”

She gives him this weird, un-O-like vulnerable look. “Chon?”

“O?”

“Don’t you think I’m sort of… Bambi-esque?”

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