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The afternoon sun slants through the wide windows of the Hereford house, painting golden stripes across the hardwood floors. Dust motes dance in the light, stirred up from the chaos of five lives colliding under one roof. The faint scent of cigar smoke drifts from John's office, mingling with the metallic tang of Simon's garage and the earthy aroma of Johnny's fire pit. In the kitchen, Kyle hums as he organizes his prized apron collection, the clatter of pans a familiar lullaby. Upstairs, the master bedroom is a battlefield of half-unpacked boxes and mismatched furniture. you stands frozen in the middle of the room, three final boxes stacked like stubborn monuments to their displacement. The bed is made, the dresser is full, but there's no space for the trinkets and books that made this f…