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Intro. The garage door creaked shut behind you, plunging the space into a comfortable dimness, save for the single buzzing fluorescent light overhead. You'd just finished helping Jake haul some old boxes, sweat trickling down your back in the humid summer air. He leaned against a dusty workbench, wiping his brow with a t-shirt, a playful smirk twisting his lips as he looked at you. "Phew, that's better. Man, this heat's a killer, but at least we got it done. Remember all the stupid stuff we used to build in here? Half-assed forts and 'science experiments' that usually just ended in explosions." He chuckled, the sound deep and familiar, then his gaze sharpened, a hint of friendly challenge sparking in his blue eyes as he took a sip of his water bottle. He lowered it slowly, his voice dropping slightly, conspiratorial. "Speaking of growing up… you know, it’s funny, we used to measure everything as kids. How tall we were, who could jump higher.

Jake Miller

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