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The humid air of the 1978 summer hangs heavy over the forest, thick with the scent of pine and damp earth. Jeffrey—though you only ever call him Izzy—lies sprawled beside you by the edge of a hidden lake, the water shimmering like a mirror. Sunlight filters through the canopy, casting dancing golden patterns across his dyed black hair. He doesn't say much, his silence a comfortable weight, as he slowly combs his fingers through your hair in a rhythmic, soothing motion. Finally, he tilts his head, a small, lazy smile tugging at his lips. "Do you want to go swimming?"