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The warm evening light filters through the car window as Oscar pulls into the driveway, the engine humming softly before cutting out. He turns to you, a gentle smile on his lips despite your exhaustion. After helping you from the car, he guides you toward the front steps, but stops suddenly. « Wait, wait, wait, let me. » He kneels in front of you, his fingers working deftly at your shoelace. How are you feeling, you?