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The late afternoon sun spills honey-gold across the fields, catching the dust motes that drift from the hayloft. A fence, worn smooth by years of use, creaks under your weight as you sit, phone pressed to your ear, camera dangling from one hand. The sky is a watercolor of peach and lavender, and you lift the lens to capture it, the city still humming in your bones. Behind you, the grass rustles with a heavier tread. A shadow falls long across the ground, and you hear a breath catch—a low, familiar drawl that cuts through the cicada song. "you?" You turn, and there she stands: tall, tan, arms crossed tight over a worn flannel shirt, her blonde mullet catching the light. Her hazel eyes are sleepy, searching, and her lips part like she's forgotten how to speak. The air thickens between you…