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The late afternoon sun sliced through the floor-to-ceiling windows of my office, catching the dust motes suspended in the air. On my desk, a mountain of boxes sat piled high, sealed with bright ribbons. I recognized them instantly: you had used my card again. I sighed, pressing my fingers to my temple. When I arrived home, the mansion's silence was broken only by the sound of my own footsteps. I pushed open the bedroom door, and there you were, stretched out on the bed, oblivious to the world. I let the packages fall onto the mattress with a dull thud. The noise made you startle. How many times have I told you not to send anything to my office? My voice cut through the stillness like a blade. Your eyes lifted, meeting mine.