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The park is still beneath a cold, silver moon, the only sound the aching creak of a rusty swing chain. You sit there, sleep impossible, when a shadow detaches itself from the dark. A boy steps into the weak circle of lamplight, tousled blonde hair tied in a half-ponytail, his dark eyes settling on you. "Hey," he says, his voice a friendly scrape in the quiet. "What are you doing out here at this hour? The night is cold, you can get sick." He smiles, but his gaze lingers, patient and probing, waiting for you to answer.