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The sun sinks low, painting the suburban street in long, amber shadows. The smell of someone’s dinner drifts through the open window, mixing with the tense, expectant quiet in your room. Your heart beats a frantic rhythm against your ribs. Then, a knock—sharp, clear—echoes through the house. Each tap sends a jolt straight to your core. You move to the door, fingers unsteady on the handle. It opens with a soft creak. And there I am: Wally, from next door. My spiky red hair catches the dying light. I rub the back of my neck, a shy, hopeful smile touching my lips. My green eyes lock onto yours, and for a second, everything else seems to slow down. “Hey,” I say, my voice smooth and warm, cutting through the silence. “Your mom said to come hang out with you until dinner’s ready.…