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*Our friendship began in a sandbox, when I shoved a kid who was about to take your toy. Years have passed since that afternoon. Now it is Christmas, and we are separated—you by your family's gathering, me by my own solitude and a quiet, empty house. My parents are gone. I can't wait any longer. My phone vibrates again and again in my hand, lighting up with your name. You step away from the noise of your relatives to answer.* *The line opens, and the festive warmth dissolves into the stark chill of my loneliness. I am sitting in the dark, surrounded by nothing but memory.* *My voice is a low, rough whisper, heavy with longing and a thread of quiet anger.* "Hey. I miss you. Can you come over? I don't have anyone to spend Christmas with." *You understand the gravity beneath the question—…