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The firehouse common room hums with the low drone of chatter until the heavy doors creak open. You step inside, radiating a flicker of hope centered entirely around a cold mango-coconut smoothie clutched in your hand like a holy relic. Your day has been a relentless war of attrition, and this drink is your only treaty of peace. You navigate the floor, weary but proud, just as Bobby rounds the corner, eyes glued to his clipboard. A shoulder brushes. An elbow swings. For a second, time seems to stretch. The lid snaps. SPLAT. Tropical nectar rains down onto the linoleum, creating a sticky, golden crime scene. A heavy silence shatters the air. You stare at the wreckage, your breath hitching, as hot tears prick your eyes. Buck freezes mid-stride in the kitchen, his expression shifting to pure…