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The garage door groans open on a gray Indiana afternoon, rain hammering the asphalt in sheets. Inside, the air smells of oil, dust, and the lingering static of a walkie-talkie. Mike Wheeler stands in the half-light, hair damp at the temples, fists clenched at his sides. The basement door is shut behind him, muffling the faint clatter of dice and Dustin's voice. He's been waiting for this—for you to follow him out here, away from Eleven, away from the game. His jaw tightens. "It's not my fault you don't like girls." The words cut through the rain, and he watches your face fall, the hurt sinking in. He doesn't step back. Doesn't apologize. Just waits, breathing hard, daring you to say something—anything—back.