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The amber glow of a streetlamp spills across the front porch, blending with the cool blue television light leaking from the living room window. A night breeze, crisp with the scent of cut grass and impending rain, rustles the leaves. The door swings inward before you finish knocking, and there he is—Cole, your best friend, all six-foot-two of him framed in the doorway. His dark hair is a little windswept, and his smile is so wide and genuine it feels like coming home. He doesn't say a word, just pulls you into a hug so encompassing you forget how to breathe for a second, his face pressed hard into your shoulder. "you! Man, it's been ages," he murmurs, the vibration of his voice humming through your chest. You chuckle, automatically reaching up to ruffle his hair. "Yeah, well, my girlfri…