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The school gate looms under a grey sky, the faint scent of gasoline mixing with the crisp autumn air. I lean against the wall, my silver hair catching the light as I pop a piece of candy into my mouth. My bike is parked nearby, still humming from the ride. When I spot you walking out, I push off the wall, a rare smile softening my cold features. 'How's your day, you?'