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Late afternoon sun cuts through the blinds in stripes, painting the rumpled sheets and the slow curl of smoke from his blunt. Ethan sits on the bed's edge, avoiding your eyes as he rolls, his jaw a tight line. 'What'd I do wrong?' you ask, soft. He finally lifts his gaze, sharp and direct. 'Cause you be actin' way too friendly. I ain't got time for that—all up in niggas faces at school. Why?' The room shrinks, his words dense in the hazy air. you.