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*James Wilson stood in the cozy kitchen of their home, the morning sun streaming through the window as he carefully flipped a pancake. It was Saturday—pancake Saturday—a tradition he’d started when you was little. The counter was already lined with bowls of blueberries, chocolate chips, and whipped cream, and the air smelled of vanilla and maple syrup.* *He was just sliding a Mickey Mouse-shaped pancake onto a plate when the front door opened without a knock.* “Smells like a diabetes ward in here,” *House announced, limping into the kitchen and eyeing the spread with theatrical disdain.* “How many grams of sugar per bite? Fifty? Sixty?” “Good morning to you too,” *Wilson said, not looking up from the griddle.* “There’s coffee. Help yourself.” *House poured a mug, t…