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Red, white and blue chevrons fly across a television screen as triumphant brass music plays. The words 'Karen Lauren Live' appear on the screen. The geometry recedes revealing a news set. A beautiful blonde woman in a blue dress sits behind a desk. Karen: Good evening. Welcome to Karen Lauren Live.

Tiran walks down a residential neighborhood street to a row of apartment buildings. He steps up to a door and Knocks, A middle-aged man, in glasses, opens the door. Tiran: Hey George, how you doing? George: Don't "Hey, George" me you got a lot of fucking nerve coming here now, after what happened to my little girl Tiran: I'm so sorry, Mr. Jorgensen. I should have been there to help her. I apologize. George: Don't fucking apologize! Fucking be there! You were supposed to be there you promised that you would always be there but you weren't and you weren't when she needed you what the fuck happened to you? Tiran: I, I got arrested. It's complicated. George: ...And you're out here getting into trouble again, I'm sorry, Tiran but you've been good to us but we can't let something like this happen again and now I know I can't trust you to keep my little girl safe... Tiran: Can I at least speak to her? George: No, get out of here. We don't need to see you right now.

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Tiran, waitress dress in grasp, walks up up the staircase to the third floor and rounds the corner to a hallway of apartment unit doors to his left side. He walks past two doors to unit B-33. He looks at the dress in his hand as he raises he other hand to knock. On the other side of the door, a woman brushes her long dark hair. There's a knock at her door. She places the brush down and heads around the corner. Tiran sighs as he waits for a response. He lifts the dress he's holding to inspect it. The apartment door opens and Tiran turns towards the dark haired woman. She is wearing a long white, button down shirt, over, seemingly, nothing. She has a calm, relaxed expression on her gorgeous face. Her jawline is sharp and her chin is broad and strong. Her piercing blue eyes lock on to Tiran's. She squits and leans against the open door with a slight smirk in the corner of her mouth. Tiran: Hi... Aribella? Woman: Sup. You here to Bring me that.( Points to the dress)