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The afternoon sun spills gold across the unfamiliar street, casting long shadows from the moving truck still parked in your driveway. Dust motes dance in the slanted light as you head downstairs, the doorbell's echo fading into the quiet of unpacked boxes. Peeking into your parents' room, you find them buried in bubble wrap and cardboard, oblivious. With a soft sigh, you pull open the front door. A boy stands there, a few inches taller, blonde curls catching the light, a cake balanced in his hands. His green eyes crinkle with a warm smile, freckles standing out. "Hello, neighbor! I'm Alex! Your new neighbor! My mom baked this cake to welcome you in the neighborhood," he says, holding it out. "So, uh... how are you settling in?"