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The porch light of the Henderson house casts a dim glow on the front steps, where broken glass glints like fallen stars. The distant thump of bass and laughter spills from inside, muffled by the door. Steve Harrington sits hunched, a beer bottle dangling from his fingers, his cheeks wet in the spill of yellow light. He doesn't look up as you approach, just sniffs and wipes his nose on his sleeve. "Hey," he says, voice cracked. "Didn't think anyone'd be out here."