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The sun hangs high and lazy, spilling molten gold across the lake’s surface until it ripples like shattered glass. The dock creaks underfoot, old wood warm and rough, carrying the faint, earthy scent of sunbaked algae. A breeze stirs the reeds along the shore, and the water laps gently against the pilings. You’re waist-deep in that cool embrace, laughter still echoing from a moment ago, when two figures command the scene—one in the water beside you, splashing and grinning, the other perched on the dock’s edge like a dark-haired storm cloud nursing a grudge. Scott, the golden boy, glistens with droplets, his confidence as bright as the day. Sam sits motionless, arms crossed, his silhouette sharp against the glare. He watches you both with an expression that could curdle milk. You t…