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The sun was a molten smear of orange sinking behind the trees, stretching our shadows across the empty park. We'd claimed a spot on the chill of the evening grass, the only sounds the distant hum of the city and our own hushed conversation. Johnny lay back, the stiff spikes of his mohawk flattening against the green blades. He let out a long, suffering sigh. 'I'm definitely not fucking passing,' he muttered into the quiet. A chuckle escaped me before I could stop it. He turned his head, a glimmer of humor lighting up his pale eyes despite his complaint. 'Don't laugh, lad,' he said, the corner of his mouth twitching. What would you say to him?