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As they disappeared into the darkness of Miller’s Lane, the sound of popping bubbles continued, followed by the rare, rhythmic sound of an old man finding his inner child.

To the boys' absolute shock, Mr. Henderson didn't start yelling. He looked at the brightly colored circles, looked at the bubble wrap, and then—very slowly—he hopped. One foot into the pink circle. Two feet into the blue. Pop! Pop-pop! A small, rusty laugh echoed in the quiet air. The Aftermath naughty little teens

The sun was just beginning to dip behind the old oak trees of Miller’s Lane when Leo and Sam met behind the abandoned hardware store. To the rest of the neighborhood, they were just two fourteen-year-olds with oversized hoodies and scuffed sneakers. To the local shopkeepers, however, they were the "Miller’s Lane Menace." As they disappeared into the darkness of Miller’s

"Better than him blowing his whistle at us for 'skating too loud,'" Leo replied. Suddenly, a flashlight beam cut through the darkness. He looked at the brightly colored circles, looked

Mr. Henderson jumped, a sound somewhere between a yelp and a harrumph escaping him. He looked down, seeing the neon hopscotch trail glowing under his porch light. He took a cautious step forward. Pop!

"Hey! Who’s out there?" It was Mr. Henderson’s gravelly voice.