Tyler sighed. He was finally done and ready to relax. He'd been saving up for years and he really could retire now if he wanted to. Or just let himself go some and move away from action roles that required a ripped physique. For now, he had several options but his first was to relax and get home.
Outside the studio, there were several people on tour and many recognized him but the bus's movement made it impossible to get to him. Looking around for the last time he'd see the lot for at least three months, he got in his car and joined the rush of people leaving into rush hour traffic. It took almost an hour before he finally got home. He was just putting his keys into the door when...
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