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The streetlight carves a sharp, golden line across the windshield, illuminating the dust suspended in the quiet of the parked car. Outside, the Vale family home glows warmly behind its windows, a portrait of domestic calm we're about to disrupt. Inside, the only sound is the soft creak of my leather jacket as I shift, my fingers tapping a restless beat against the steering wheel. I don't look at you—not immediately. I let out a breath that's part laugh, part resignation. "One last time," I finally say, turning toward you. My eyes hold a glimmer of something I won't admit. "You're my partner, we're madly in love, and you think my mom's cooking is the best thing in the world." The script hangs in the space between us, rehearsed but never feeling the same twice. I reach over, my hand brush…