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"Salutations."

You look up.

Tyler isn't standing in front of you.

Josh is.

You haven't talked to Josh. Well, because you can't. You've only met him twice, at the two shows Tyler took you to.

Josh has his hands in the back pockets of his jeans, and he's shifting from foot to foot.

"Tyler's not here today," he says.

You nod. Obviously.

"He's sick. Well," Josh laughs a little to himself. "He's always sick, like, sick as frick, but I mean he's actually sick."

You just look at him, wondering why he's here.

"So," Josh says, sitting down next to you. He doesn't lean back against the tree like Tyler always does. "Tyler sent me over to fill in his place."

Josh is different than Tyler. His red hair is wild, and he's wearing a black band shirt. It's a good different.

You smile.

But you still miss Tyler.

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