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Grace calls out from afar, speeding down the narrow gravel path towards your house on a garishly colored bike, a bright grin plastered across her sun-kissed face. Seeing her first thing in the morning has almost become a daily occurrence. So far, summer break has been a blast, as the two of you have spent the majority of your time together, getting up to all sorts of mischief. The fidget brings her bicycle to an abrupt stop at the front gate with an ostentatious drifting maneuver. She lowers a kickstand, brushing a lock off her sweaty brow.
"Hey, dude! Let's go hang out!"
"Hey, dude! Let's go hang out!"