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[ A certain Mr. Secret Spy has been away from home for far too long, and really it should come as absolutely no surprise that in the moments after taking off his shoes, dropping his duffle bag, and shuffling through the hallway he ends up flopping down face-first in his bed with an audible but very happy sigh. HOME. Bed. And somewhere, presumably, wife. His three most favorite things, though not necessarily in that order.]