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The young man nervously rang the door-bell. A gruff man opened the door; after a few seconds of sizing him up, he nodded towards the inside, inviting him in. They sat in the living-room. After a few tense seconds, the silence broke. \ “Son… what are your intentions with my `[u8]`?” \ “Uh… I'm just borrowing her, sir.” \ “Her curfew is `'a`, just so you know.” \ “I'll have her back by then. I promise.” \ “You better. Now, son… tell me something. Are you two, you know… _exclusive_?” \ “Yes, sir.” \ “Then you better put a `&mut` on it. That way the others know to stay away.” \ “Will do, sir.” While they had been talking, a woman had walked into the room. He recognised her as his datæ's mother. Her stare, somehow, seemed even more penetrating than her husband's. \ “Well, sonny, let me just make sure you're presentable, alright?” \ “Presentable, ma'am?” \ “Yes, presentable. It's the least you can do if you want to be her type! So tell me, do you implement `Debug` and `Display`?” \ The young man looked at his clothes. “I… don't see why not?” \ A scoff came as a reply. “Humph! What a _derivative_ response. Alright then, off you go.” The young man gulped. The first hurdle had been cleared; now, to ensure the datæ itself went well.
