The swings creaked beneath you, the chain cool against your palms. The night air smelled like summer, grass, and something faintly chemical that could only be Enzo's latest project.
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The swings creaked beneath you, the chain cool against your palms. The night air smelled like summer, grass, and something faintly chemical that could only be Enzo's latest project.