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Jake was delighted that she was initiating a conversation between them. "Let me think," he mused.

Then, he snapped his fingers as a memory resurfaced. "Ah, there was this street boy named Jude. He was fourteen at the time, while Jerald and I were both eleven and from wealthy families. He used to taunt us, calling us spoiled brats and always causing trouble. We usually ignored him, understanding that his hatred came from our wealth. But one day, he pushed us too far. We tied him up, naked, to a pole and had all the street kids he'd bullied throw eggs and oranges at him," Jake recounted with a dramatic sigh. "Even his own gang members were laughing at him. It was incredibly humiliating for him. After that, he learned a bit of humility."

Cherry burst into laughter. "Wow, you two must have been quite the troublemakers together. That's actually pretty cool," she said, thoroughly enjoying herself.

"What about you? Tell me about a memorable experience you were involved in."

Cherry took a sip