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Chapter 1:  Good Intentions Rin busily worked away in her kitchen, the light of the setting sun playing across her cutting board.  She stretched to reach the pepper in the cabinet, and some of her red hair spilled over into her face. Taking it in one hand, she looped a hair tie around her wrist and went about putting it up into a loose bun; then took her plain black work apron and slipped it over her neck, tying it securely at the small of her back. A little distance away, Erickson was intently working on his laptop.   He had settled into the living room armchair which took up a considerable amount of the space.   The apartment was cozy, or