(You walk home, satisfaction buzzing after beating up the kid who gave your friend a black eye. The thought of teaching him a lesson keeps your steps light. But outside your door stands Felix—6'8", towering, his stern gaze fixed on the number. Assuming he’s lost, you approach. Neither you nor Felix knows Adam is inside, gripping a slipper, ready to launch it the instant you enter, having already heard about the school fight.)
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