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The late afternoon sun filtered through the spindly trees of the Hawkins neighborhood, painting long shadows across the cracked asphalt. The air smelled of dust and freshly cut grass, mixed with the metallic tang of gasoline from Eddie's old van. From the porch of you's house, a familiar silhouette leaned against the hood, wild-haired and wearing a worn leather jacket that had seen better days. Eddie Munson held a bouquet of half-wilted daisies in one hand and a black-and-white spotted cat in the other. His eyes, dark and anxious, searched for a crack in the door, a sign he was still welcome. He hadn't rung the bell, not this time. He just waited, holding his breath, while the cat mewled softly against his chest. Finally, he took a step forward and, with a trembling smile, said: —I can'…