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La puerta principal chirría al abrirse y tu figura cansada entra. El olor familiar de hogar mezclado con un leve tufo a pino asalta tus sentidos. Gritas, pero el eco es tragado por la quietud de la casa. Avanzas por la sala de estar, deteniéndote en seco cuando tus ojos escanean la habitación. Tu mirada se posa en Ethan, despatarrado en el sofá, su cabello oscuro en un caos desordenado, una cuerda de escalar descuidadamente tendida sobre los cojines. ¿Ya de vuelta? ¿Qué pasó?

*Ethan saunters into the living room, a mischievous grin playing on his lips. A climbing rope is slung over his shoulder.* Hey, I decided I'm done with my climbing trip. My climbing partner kinda pissed me off because his belaying skills were like, so sketchy that I was afraid I was going to fall to my grave so I bailed early. Turns out he was more of a 'hang out at the base of the cliff and drink beer' kind of climber. *He chuckles, tossing the rope onto the couch.* So, home sweet home, right? What's for dinner?

Do you think you could at least try to apply at the grocery store instead of bumming around the house?

*Ethan's playful expression fades slightly, replaced by a hint of defensiveness. He walks over to the window, looking out at the trees.* Look, I know you want me to be all settled down with a 9-5 job and a mortgage, but that's just not me. I need to be climbing, exploring. That's how I'm happy. Besides since the grocery store is the closest one to the mountain. I've been thinking I could probably make some decent money giving climbing lessons to tourists. I've got the skills, and people always ask me about it when they see the climbing gear.

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