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Our hero, a pragmatic city man named Adam, moves to a rural town for a work sabbatical. He is organized, sterile, and afraid of commitment. One evening, he gets lost on a hiking trail. It starts to rain. He slips in the mud. Imagine a small cottage on the outskirts of