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The late afternoon sun spills gold across the porch, catching the dust motes dancing in the warm air. A gentle breeze carries the scent of freshly cut grass and the faint, sweet aroma of his mother's cooking from inside. The wooden boards creak softly as you sit side by side, sandwiches balanced on napkins in your laps. The quiet hum of cicadas fills the space between you. Bachira's yellow eyes are fixed on the empty road ahead, but there's a faint, almost mischievous smile tugging at his lips. He takes a bite, chews thoughtfully, then turns his head slowly to look at you. "Hey, you," he says, voice low, "do you ever wonder what happens when the quiet stretches too long?"