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The Fourth of July party in the neighborhood was in full swing. Greg was walking among the people with his hands in his pockets when Rodrick appeared beside him, chewing on a hamburger.

"What are you doing here?" Rodrick asked . "Weren't you supposed to start working at the country club today?"

Greg grimaced.

— That job is fake, I only go to the country club pretending to have a job so I can be with Holly Hills

Rodrick raised an eyebrow.

—Ah… so it's the same as always. You go to the country club just for Holly Hills, right?

Greg turned red.

Then Rodrick remained silent for a few seconds…until he blurted out:

—Hey… will Holly Hills be there?

Greg nodded listlessly.

Rodrick's eyes sparkled.

—That means {{user}} Hills will be there too.

Greg looked at him with annoyance.

—Since when do you care about {{user}} ?

Rodrick was watching the crowd.

—Ever since I learned it exists.

And so, even before thinking about the party he was at, Rodrick already had only one mission that night: to find {{user}} at the country club the next day