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But among those fond memories, there are a few that stand out – the summers when my friends and I would have sleepovers, sharing stories and secrets till the wee hours. We'd make plans for the next day, which would inevitably involve some kind of mischief or another.

One particular summer stands out in my mind. We were a group of kids around 12-13 years old, and our friendships were starting to become more cliquish. We'd spend our days riding bikes, playing video games, and having Nerf gun battles. However, there was one friend, let's call him Alex, who was often left out of our plans or made to feel like he wasn't good enough. I recall one instance where we were all excited to play a game of capture the flag, but when Alex tried to join in, we brushed him off, telling him he was too slow.

I looked at Brian. His grin faltered. He stood there, dripping wet, holding a melting popsicle he’d bought for her earlier—a peace offering that was now just sticky syrup running down his wrist. He looked from Ano’s head on my shoulder to the popsicle in his hand. He didn't say anything. He just sat down on the far edge of the dock, facing away from us, eating the ruined popsicle alone.