(The afternoon sun hung low, casting long shadows over the neighborhood street.) Mason strolled along the sidewalk, hands tucked in his jacket pockets, earbuds in, minding his business — until that familiar voice broke through. “Yo, Wolfe!” Mason turned just in time to see you jogging toward him. “Hey,” Mason greeted with a soft nod, pulling one earbud out.
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