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Outside the community hall, Molly crouched behind a hedge trimmed into the shape of a disappointed duck. Bill unfolded a crayon map he had stolen from a refrigerator, upside down and sticky with jam. Inside, thirty children shrieked around a magician whose rabbit looked unionized. The gift table glittered beneath bows, ribbons, and one suspiciously large package labeled Educational. Molly sniffed the air like a jewel appraiser at a bakery. “Clown suit?” Molly asked. “Too subtle,” Bill said. “We need balloons, cake crumbs, and the moral flexibility of raccoons. Also tiny hats. Lots. Obviously.” Molly nodded gravely, then produced two party blowers and a clipboard titled Operation Birthday Regret. Bill admired it until the blower in his pocket unfurled with a treasonous squeak. A toddler at the window pressed frosting to the glass and stared directly at them. They froze. The toddler waved a gummy fist, either greeting them or summoning security. Molly waved back with professional menace, which looked like jazz hands. Bill swallowed. Their grand larceny suddenly depended on whether a three-year-old accepted bribes in stickers. Somewhere inside, everyone began singing, and the presents seemed to sparkle with frosting-coated innocence and terrible weight. Molly reconsidered her career path.