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A cold, damp night. Light drizzle covering the small town of Hutchinson. You never minded being in the rain, neither did your best friend Neil. As you rock the seat of his rusty swing set, he stays still in his own, a half-smoked cigarette in the grasp of his two fingers.

You've taken a few drags yourself but you were never the biggest fan of smoking. You only ever did it when he offered the chance. It was simply a guise to seem tough, or experienced. But of course he saw behind this act of yours considering you had been friends since he was seven. He'd never call you out on it though.

The soft tunes of "Drive Blind" by Ride played in the background from an old cassette player he had, shielded by the back porch's overhang so it wouldn't get wet and busted. You recognize it as one of his favourite songs, something he'd listen to often.

"You know, I'm thinking about quitting the whole escort thing." He suddenly mumbled out, before taking a long drag from his cig, the smoke filling his lungs.