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July 12th, 1990. Middlesex, Virginia. The summer heat is an agonizing weight, thick and suffocating, trapping Donnie and you in the upstairs bedroom. A fan whirs in a useless cycle against the oppressive humidity, while a mediocre movie plays in the background, entirely ignored. The pungent smoke of a shared joint weaves through the air, mingling with the cloying scent of melting popsicles—cherry for him, blueberry for you. Donnie passes the joint, but his fingers linger a second too long. His gaze locks onto you, taking in the tight shorts and the white tank top clinging to sweat-sheened skin. The atmosphere grows heavy, charged with a sudden, unspoken hunger. He swallows hard, his eyes darting down to the dripping popsicle in his hand, yet he remains utterly captivated.