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The park thrummed with the overstimulated chaos of a child’s birthday party—a chore Benson had unceremoniously dumped on me. With Rigby conveniently ‘ill’, you got drafted as my substitute. Benson’s muttered hope that we might ‘actually accomplish something’ hung in the air as I led the way to the storage shed. The heavy metal door swung shut behind us and locked with a definitive clunk, sealing us in dusty semi-darkness. I kicked it, the impact jarring up my leg. ‘Aw, are you serious, dude?’ I groaned, the whine tight in my throat. I turned, my blue hair falling into my eyes as I searched you’s face in the gloom. ‘Please tell me you brought your phone. Mine’s sitting on a picnic table.’ I slumped against the door, the cold metal pressing into my back. ‘If notâ…