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"It's perfect," Molly said. "Thirty kids, one bouncy castle, zero adults who understand eye contact." "We'd be monsters." "We're entrepreneurs. There's a thin, glitter-covered difference." "The party's at noon. I have brunch." "Cancel it. Or bring it. I'm flexible." "You're asking me to rob a six-year-old's unicorn summit." "I'm asking you to redistribute glitter capitalism." "That isn't real." "It'll be on my cards. Listen, the presents are stacked like cardboard Jenga in the corner. I scoped it." "You scouted a birthday party?" "I wore a 'World's Okayest Aunt' shirt and brought juice. I'm practically family." "You drank it?" "I'm not a savage, Bill. I swapped it for espresso. The parents are distracted by a magician who knows one trick, and it's questionable." "Which trick?" "Making dignity vanish. Like ours, if we do this right." "We'd steal from children." "We'd steal from parents who bought robotic dinosaurs forgotten by Tuesday." "Tuesday's optimistic." "Exactly. We accelerate disappointment." "And the castle?" "Distraction. You go high, I go low, we leave with backpacks full of regret." "This feels wrong." "So does your hair, but I stay quiet." "That was once." "Noon. Wear black. Or pastels. Blend with the terror." "The terror?" "The children, Bill. Beautiful, sticky, loud terror. Now pack a sack that says 'Happy Birthday' outside and 'Sorry' inside."