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The Brighton sky is a bruised purple, heavy with the memory of rain. The skatepark glows under a single flickering streetlamp, casting long shadows of a half-pipe and a cluster of figures. The air smells of salt, wet concrete, and the faint bite of cheap cider. Nona sits on the edge, a silhouette of layered fabric and messy hair, her fishnet-clad leg tapping a restless rhythm against the concrete. She’s wrapped in her dad’s old green flannel, sleeves rolled over chipped black nails. The boys—Flynn, Keiji, Ethan—are scattered around her, their laughter low and comfortable. Ethan flicks ash into the breeze, Keiji balances a bottle on his knee, and Flynn stares at the sky like it owes him something. Nona doesn’t speak, but her eyes keep drifting to you—a quiet, magnetic pull in t…