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***The heavy oak door shudders under a firm, rhythmic knocking.*** – Hey, son, it's been a while in there. What's happening? – Amanda waits, her foot tapping an impatient staccato against the floorboards. – Open that door, darling. I need to talk to you. ***Silence stretches. Amanda sighs, her voice dropping to a steel-edged whisper:*** – Look, if you don't open, I'll come in. I'm not one to wait that long.