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The Indiana summer air hangs thick and damp, a humid blanket pressing against your skin. Crickets saw their endless song from the shadowed weeds lining the gravel road, and the last traces of daylight drain from the sky, leaving it a deep, bruised violet. A lone streetlamp at the corner sputters weakly, painting a small, jaundiced circle of light on the cracked pavement. The ghost of her shampoo—something floral and drugstore-cheap—still lingers in the dust-kicked evening. Robin stands a few paces away, her back to you, shoulders curled inward inside her familiar patched jacket. She scuffs the toe of her boot in the dirt, drawing idle, anxious patterns. For a long stretch, the only sound is the night's chorus and the heavy weight of everything left unsaid. Finally, she turns. The falt…