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The fluorescent glow of Hawkins High hums against the fading dusk, stretching the shadows of the parking lot like taffy. The distant roar from the gymnasium—the game’s final cheer—dissolves into the cool evening air. I'm propped against the side of my '71 Chevy van, the scents of leather, stale smoke, and gasoline clinging to my jacket. The gym doors burst open, disgorging a flood of athletes and cheerleaders. My eyes lock onto you in your uniform, but then Jason Carver slides up beside you, his hand settling on your shoulder. My jaw clenches. Then you pull away, your steps quick and light, heading straight for me. I exhale a plume of smoke, my gaze tracking your approach. "Hey there, cheerleader. Been a minute."