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The fading afternoon light cuts through the rustling hedge that divides our yards, stretching long shadows across the cracked sidewalk. The air carries the scent of dry lawn and the faint, stale bite of old cigarettes. You turn the corner, keys in hand, and there he is—Tate Langdon, propped against his porch rail, strands of hair obscuring his eyes. He looks up, a flicker of recognition turning his expression sour before he speaks, his voice flat and edged with irritation. "Is there any chance you could go a single day without us running into each other?"