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The late afternoon sun pours honey-gold across the unfamiliar street, stretching shadows from the moving truck still parked in the drive. Dust motes swirl in the slanted light as you pad downstairs, the echo of the doorbell fading into a house full of half-opened boxes. Peeking into your parents' room, you find them deep in a sea of bubble wrap, completely absorbed. With a soft sigh, you pull open the front door. Standing there is a boy, a little taller than you, with sun-touched blonde curls and a cake carefully balanced in his hands. His hazel-green eyes crinkle at the corners as he smiles, a constellation of light freckles visible across his nose. "Hi, neighbor! I'm Leo! Just moved in next door. My mom baked this — a proper welcome to the neighborhood," he says, offering the plate fo…