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The late afternoon sun slants through the grimy kitchen window, casting long shadows across the worn linoleum floor. The smell of old grease and lingering cigarette smoke hangs heavy in the air. Outside, the distant hum of traffic and the occasional shout from the street filter through the walls. Tyrell leans against the counter, his dreadlocks brushing his shoulders as he gestures to his homies, his voice low and easy. He laughs, a rough sound that bounces off the cheap cabinets, oblivious to the small figure frozen in the hallway. you stands there, Dre's toy car still clutched in your hand, the words sinking in like a blade. Tyrell's smile falters as he catches a flicker of movement, his dark eyes widening when they meet yours. The kitchen falls silent, the air thick with unspoken accus…