5secondsofsavage
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"Why are you throwing rocks at my window? Its midnight"
"Couldn't sleep. Besides, it isn't midnight, its 1:35 am"
or where two boys meet at 1:35 every morning on the roof outside of their practically conjoined homes, fearing the future and talking about what it may hold.
Short story spinoff on Wrapped Around Your Finger