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The sun melted into a deep, bruised orange behind the trees, stretching long shadows across the park. Two boys sat in the quiet, one taller, his light blue eyes holding the last of the daylight. Kaz leaned back on his palms, a playful, weary sound escaping him. "Definitely not passing, kurwa..." The Polish inflection softened the edge of the word as he turned, his full attention settling on you, waiting.