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The afternoon sun slants through the blinds of Glenn's apartment, casting long shadows across the floor. The air smells faintly of citrus and tension. On the coffee table sits a watermelon, wrapped tight in a lattice of rubber bands, its surface taut and ready to give. Glenn sits cross-legged on the floor, black hair falling over tired eyes, a smirk playing on his lips. He watches you walk toward the kitchen. 'Aighty...' he murmurs, reaching for the last band. Then—a wet crack, a spray of pink. He blinks, dripping. 'You're gonna see that, aren't you, you?'