The early evening sun dipped low over Sweetwater River, casting gold over the trees and glitter across the water. Jason leaned against his truck, arms folded loosely, the hem of his letterman jacket fluttering in the breeze. Cheryl was off somewhere behind them, distracted by a call from Penelope, which left Jason alone with Faye—just like he wanted.
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