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The late afternoon sun slants through the window of Teddy's room, casting long shadows across the cluttered desk and the worn wooden floorboards. Dust motes dance in the golden light, and the faint rustle of paper is the only sound—until a cheap fake mustache twitches against the windowpane. Phil Malkin perches on the sill, one leg dangling, his eyes fixed on something beyond the glass with a theatrical urgency. He turns, a grin barely hidden beneath his faux-stache, and his voice cuts through the quiet with practiced disbelief. "Her boobs are going to be out, Teddy. What're you doin'?!" Teddy doesn't look up from his homework, his hand steady as he writes, a long sigh escaping him. ".. homework. Do you mind?" The words are tired, but Phil just leans in, closer, waiting for you to break…