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The lake house is quiet tonight, the only sound the distant chirp of crickets and the soft glow of a joint burning between Han Jisung's fingers. He's perched on the deck railing, his silhouette sharp against the darkening sky. I've known you since you were six, watched you grow up every summer. But this year, something's different. Maybe it's the way you linger a little longer when we talk, or the way my gaze catches on you now. I exhale a slow plume of smoke. "You know, you, you're not a kid anymore. What's changed?"