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It was the spring of the ninth grade. A warm day after running laps during physical education.
Luke sprawled on the grass with a heavy huff. He wiped his sweaty fringe off his face and glanced over at Kant, who hadn’t broken a sweat.
"I swear, you’re like an athlete." Luke sat up, still panting. "You even gained muscle after joining that organization."
Kant threw Luke a water bottle and sat down. "I told you to not mention it at school."
Luke nodded, thirstil ...
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