Prologue

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I walk around the shed, which vaguely smelled of grass clippings, trying to find a quiet place to lie down. Out of the blue, I feel my left foot hit something soft and tumble down falling. I hear a loud groan followed by a string of curse words.

That soft something was a person.

The moonlight that fills the room through a crack in the ceiling confirms exactly what I thought.

That soft something was a boy.

And I just fell on top of him.

Why am I still on top of him?

And why hasn't he asked me to get up?

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