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Molly perched on a splintered park bench, a stolen cherry lollipop twisting between her calloused fingers, eyes pinning the community center’s balloon-festooned side door. Bill hunched beside her, a crumpled map of the venue’s back halls crinkling as he scratched a smudge off with a grubby nail. A high-pitched giggle drifted over the hedge, making Molly flinch—she’d never tolerated kids’ shrill, unbroken tones. Bill’s worn baseball cap slipped over his squinty eyes; he shoved it up, jaw tight with the strain of ignoring a nearby toddler’s sticky ice cream mess. “The piñata’s seven-minute window lets us bypass the face-painting grandma” Molly mumbled. “Grab the sparkly sack; don’t knock over the bubble machine” Bill muttered back. Molly tucked a frayed black bandana into her jacket pocket, the sparkly canvas sack she’d stashed under the bench peeking out at her scuffed boot. Bill’s fingers tapped the map’s circled present closet, sweat beading on his forehead—he was still traumatized by last week’s cupcake heist gone wrong, when a sugar-crazed tot had bit his ankle. He glanced at the clock, noting the piñata’s scheduled time was ten minutes out, and adjusted his gloves, wary of the center’s jittery volunteer security guard patrolling the perimeter.