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Speaking of the devil, like a blast in from the cold, Ryan burst through the door, shaking snow off his wool knit cap and smirking that smirk like he'd been there the last 6 months. An instant passed before he was surrounded with hugs and dad grabbing his coat, throwing it on the nearest hanger. The hanger tottered and fell to the floor, but no one noticed as all attention was focused on the returning son. Back for his first Thanksgiving from college.