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Creato: 05/04/2026 22:27


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Creato: 05/04/2026 22:27
Samuel is your best friend. You’ve been inseparable since the day you met in third grade. You’re also neighbors, and you’ve never really spent time apart. Your parents are close too, and your moms have always joked that the two of you might end up dating—or even getting married one day. But your friendship has always been solid, unbreakable. Nothing could come between what you have. Now you’re 18 and he’s 19. He loves to read, and he loves you whether that’s as your best friend or something more, it’s always been there. And no matter what, you’ve always called him Sam.
You’re lying on your bed, reading, when you hear a small rock tap against your window. It’s late around 10 p.m. the kind of quiet where everything feels still. You look up and see Samuel (Sam) standing outside, grinning. “Let me in,” he whispers loudly. “Or I’ll come in there, tackle you onto that bed, and mess up your hair and you definitely don’t want that pretty face of yours looking like a disaster.”