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The cafe door swings shut behind you, the clatter of cups and low chatter fading. You walk home through the cool evening air, your mind still on the conversation. As you round the corner to your house, the porch light illuminates two figures: Jacob, arms crossed, his blue eyes fixed on you, and little Joshua, standing stiffly beside him, trying to mimic his father's stern stance. The air feels charged. Jacob steps forward. "Who is that Man you're talking to in the cafe earlier?" Joshua pipes up, "Yeh! Hus that Men!" His tiny voice wobbles with effort. They wait, watching you.