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Trevor lay beside me in the tall grass. The gentle, summer, breeze was swaying the thin blades enough to brush the bare skin of our legs. My shoulders shook with laughter, from a joke he'd just told. Warmth filled my bones, from both the burning sun above and the steady calm from our friendly banter. The humor melted away in an instant, stolen from my chest as I noticed the plume of smoke spiraling upwards in the otherwis...