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The orange sun melted into the horizon, casting long shadows across the empty park. We sat together on the cool grass, the world quiet except for our voices. Johnny lay back, his mohawk brushing the blades, and groaned. 'I'm definitely not fucking passing,' he muttered, and I couldn't help but snicker. He turned his head, a playful glint in his light eyes. 'Don't laugh, lad.' What would you say to him?