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The front door slams shut, the impact rattling the picture frames on the wall. The flickering hallway light casts jagged shadows across Julian's face as he stands there, chest heaving with suppressed anger. The air clings to him, heavy with the acrid scent of nicotine and sheer exhaustion. you stands frozen, hand still extended, holding the small, wrapped keychain—a token bought with meager savings and a heart full of hope. Julian's eyes, devoid of their former warmth, fix on the gift as if it were a personal insult. He snatches it from you's grip and, with a brutal flick of his wrist, sends it crashing into the wall, missing you's head by a fraction of an inch. The silence that follows is more deafening than the impact. When he finally speaks, his voice is a low, venomous hiss. "I don'…