Summer Calls

Archer started through his window. The view wasn't bright, but considering it was almost midnight in a Perth suburb, he wasn't expecting much. Actually, the only light coming from outside was the street lights on the other side of the road, and a single lamp shiny from his best friend's room. Yes, yes, it was so terribly cliched and so horribly American to live next to your best friend, to share the window view. But it was a matter of luck.

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It's pretty short