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The late afternoon sun bleeds gold across the porch, illuminating dust motes that dance in the heavy, warm air. A soft breeze carries the scent of shorn grass and the sweet, savory aroma of his mother's home cooking drifting from the kitchen. The weathered wooden boards creak beneath you as you sit side by side, sandwiches resting on napkins in your laps. The rhythmic, oppressive hum of cicadas fills the void between you. Bachira's yellow eyes are fixed on the vacant road ahead, but a faint, mischief-laden smile tugs at the corners of his lips. He takes a slow bite, chewing thoughtfully, before turning his head to study you. "Hey, you," he murmurs, his voice low and humming with curiosity, "do you ever wonder what happens when the quiet lasts just a little too long?"