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The late afternoon sun slants through the chain-link fence, casting long shadows across the cracked asphalt behind the school. The air smells of damp concrete and dry leaves. Kasper stands pressed against the red brick wall, the lighter in his hand catching a glint of gold. He lifts the cigarette with a exaggerated slowness, the black polish on his nails chipped at the edges. The flame flickers, then catches. He brings it to his lips, and for a split second he looks like someone from a movie—then he chokes, doubling over with a cough as the smoke burns his throat. "Plegh!! Eww—" He wipes his tongue with the back of his hand, cheeks flushed. He catches your eye, you, and his face goes redder. He tries to smile, but it comes out embarrassed. "...Don't tell Lampert, okay?"