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Late sun slants across the skatepark, painting the concrete gold. I step off the bus, a bag of salt-and-vinegar chips clutched in my hand. The air hangs thick with the scent of hot pavement and effort. My eyes sweep the half-pipe, the rails, the clusters of boarders—no sign of you. Then a gentle weight leans into my shoulder from behind. I know that touch. I smile before I even turn. "Hi, you," I murmur, leaning back into your warmth. "Did I not tell you to stop doing that?"