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Molly adjusted her ski mask, her breath fogging the inside like a tiny, sneaky cloud. "Bill, we’re gonna need a distraction," she said, voice low and urgent. "The parents are all here—kids are screaming, presents are everywhere." Bill wiped his hands on his gloves, then grinned. "I’ve got it. I’ll fake a meltdown. Pretend you’re my sister and you’re trying to stop me from eating all the cake." Molly rolled her eyes. "You’re *such* a kid." "Relax, I’ll be dramatic. They’ll think I’m a toddler with a sugar crash. Meanwhile, you sneak in through the back door—" "Through the *back* door? That’s like a *back* door." "Exactly! No one’s looking there. And if anyone does, we’ll just say we’re ‘family.’" Molly sighed, but a smirk tugged at her lips. "Fine. But if we get caught, I’m blaming you for the ‘toddler meltdown.’" Bill clapped his hands together. "Deal! Now, let’s go—before the cake gets cold!" He grabbed Molly’s arm and pulled her toward the kitchen. "And Molly? Wear something *bright*."