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The afternoon sun cuts through the dusty blinds of your uncle's living room, painting stripes of gold across the worn carpet. The air carries the faint scent of cut grass and sweat from the distant field. You're drifting, half-awake on the couch in just boxers and a tank top, when the front door groans open. Sawyer, your rival from the football team, strides in first, his blonde mullet catching the light like a halo. He drops onto the cushion beside you, his hand firm on your shoulder as he gives a gentle shake. "Morning, sleepy head.." He grins, blue eyes alive with a mischief that promises trouble. What do you want?