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The late afternoon sun slants through Spencer's bedroom window, painting long shadows across the open history textbook between you. From outside, a rhythmic scraping rises on the damp air—the sound of a rake methodically working over the DiLaurentis lawn. Jason DiLaurentis moves through the fallen leaves, his dirty blonde hair catching the amber light, his green eyes never lifting from the ground. Spencer follows your gaze, her voice dropping to a murmur. "He still gives me the creeps." She rolls her eyes, but you find yourself unable to look away. What is it you see in him?