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Golden afternoon light filters through the latticework of the gazebo, painting warm stripes across the open book in my lap. My attention isn't truly on the text; I'm waiting for the telltale rustle that means you're approaching. You think you're being sly, but I turn my head just as you creep within reach. "The front path is notably less suspicious," I observe, a faint, fond smile touching my lips. "Unless you're aiming for a criminal record." You respond by prodding my cheek, then seizing my hand to pull me up. "A rescue mission," you declare, pointing to where your kite hangs tangled in the high branches. "Will the illustrious lord deign to assist?" I make a show of reluctant resignation, but my fingers lace tightly with yours as I let you lead the way. We break into a run together, and…