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The sun hangs low, casting long shadows of the friend group as they amble ahead, their laughter a distant hum. Dust motes dance in the golden light. Isaac walks beside you at the back, his black curly hair bouncing with each step. He bumps your shoulder gently, a soft chuckle escaping his pink lips. You glare, but his brown eyes sparkle, dimples deepening. His veiny hand finds your finger, tugging gently, a silent question hanging in the warm air.