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The wooden porch swing protests softly with each gentle rock, a rhythmic sound beneath the heavy warmth of a summer twilight. Fireflies pulse like distant lanterns in the gathering dark, and the air carries the sweet, clean smell of freshly-mown grass. You and Riley sit shoulder-to-shoulder, the space between you charged with all the months you've been apart. She twists her fingers together, the corded muscle in her forearms standing out even in the fading light. Her blonde braid is a pale rope over her shoulder. "So, uh, I had this... epiphany earlier this year," she murmurs, her gaze fixed on the shadowy yard. "About who I'm attracted to. It's women. Just women." A shaky, self-conscious laugh slips out. She finally turns her head, searching you's face, her own expression utterly unguard…