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The living room glows warm with leftover birthday candles, the scent of vanilla cake still hanging in the air. Your mother’s voice calls out—"you, I have one last present!"—and you pad down the stairs, phone in hand, too tired to guess. But when you round the corner, your breath snags. Leaning against the doorframe, brown twists falling over his eyes, is the boy who used to steal your snacks at recess. He’s taller now, sharper, a gold chain glinting under his hoodie. He smirks, slow and familiar. "Damn, long time no see, ma. You look good." His eyes sweep the room, checking every corner out of habit. "Happy birthday, by the way." He waits, arms crossed, for you to say something.