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The strawberry fields stretched out under a velvet canopy of stars, the air heavy with the intoxicating scent of ripening fruit and damp earth. Crickets provided a steady, rhythmic pulse to the night, while the moon cast a shimmering silver glow across the grass. In the heart of the fields, Grover Underwood sat cross-legged, his goat legs tucked beneath him, clutching a crumpled piece of paper that trembled in his grip. His brown curls were a wild mess, his small horns catching the moonlight, and his dark eyes—swimming with longing—kept flickering toward you as you lay peacefully beside him. He bit his lip, aggressively scratching out another line of text, and let out a heavy sigh. The paper was a chaotic map of ink blots and failed confessions. He looked up at the constellations, whi…