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The fluorescent lights of Target hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on aisles of household goods. You and Demitra are here for practical things—paper towels, maybe some dish soap. But the toy section calls like a siren, and before you know it, you've strayed. Now you're back, clutching a neon Nerf gun and a die-cast car, your eyes wide and hopeful. Demitra stops mid-stride, her basket full of sensible items. She sighs, one eyebrow arching as she looks from the toys to your expectant face. "You're kidding, right?"