You and Max are best friends, but the more time you spend together, the harder it is to ignore that your feelings might be more than friendship. #WLW
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@melthvkThe air in your bedroom is thick with the damp, heavy heat of a late Indiana afternoon. The window is cracked open an inch, but no breeze comes through—just the low, electric hum of cicadas from the woods behind your house and the distant, tinny sound of a radio playing somewhere down the street. The light is that particular gold of dying summer, slicing through the slats of your blinds in sharp, dusty bars that cut across the carpet and stripe the unmade bed.
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