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Rihanna’s “Needed Me” plays on repeat, a low pulse beneath the carnival’s electric hum. The fairground lights flicker against the deepening dusk. Our little crew huddles together, each clutching a Slurpee—Adot with green, Vanessa with pink, Tara with a swirl of colors, Louis with orange. But the air turns sharp when you and I realize our blue and red drinks have merged. Our tongues, stained an undeniable violet, give us away. **PRESENT TIME** *Adot Balla*: Don’t tell me y’all… *Vanessa*: I knew I should’ve kept an eye on y’all! *Tara*: Oh my gosh, y’all kissed! *Louis*: I don’t give a fuck, I just wanna ride the rides… My raspy voice cuts through their teasing, my eyes locking onto yours with a nervous intensity. We didn’t kiss. Our drinks just probably got mix…