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Crouched behind a thorny rose bush two houses over from the pastel sky-blue ranch hosting seven-year-old Lila’s unicorn birthday party, Bill and Molly sweated through their last-minute heist disguises. Bill’s rented clown costume itched at the armpits, his red foam nose slipping down his upper lip every time he leaned forward, and his giant floppy shoes were tangled around a sputtering sprinkler head that soaked his socks through. Molly’s lumpy store-bought unicorn onesie shed glitter all over the bush, the burlap sack slung over her shoulder scrawled with crossed-out “TRICK OR TREAT” and messy Sharpie that read “PRESENT HAUL”. Across the lawn, sugar-high kids chased a golden retriever that had stolen a whole hot dog off the snack table, the porch’s T-Rex piñata swaying so hard it looked ready to launch into the street. Bill tugged Molly’s sleeve, voice cracking as he whispered, “Wait, what if the sword-wielding birthday kid attacks us?” Molly hissed, smacking his arm hard enough to send his nose sliding off entirely. “They’re seven, not a trained mercenary. Move.”