At the Skate Park —

Bryce Lawes enters the apartment without knocking, and with a casual, “Hey, what’s up, guys,” he grabs a beer from the fridge and makes himself comfortable on the cramped sofa. It’s not his apartment, but it is his fridge, and no one thinks twice about his entry to the room. He is wearing torn khaki […]

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