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July 21, 2007
Lake bats the bicycle wheel above his head, testing his repairs. A horn beeps and he looks up to see his brother, Aaron, pulling his convertible, the top down, into the driveway. “Get out of the road!”

“Just park on the street.”

“It’s going to rain tonight. I want to put it in the garage. Move it.”

Lake ignores him and Aaron screeches back out of the driveway. After parking, he walks up the driveway and lightly kicks Lake’s foot. “Fixing her bike isn’t going to get you in her pants.”

“Shut up.”

But Aaron is already in the house.