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Molly adjusted her Santa hat, the jingle bell dangling precariously. The party raged beyond the hedges, a symphony of shrieks and sugar-fueled chaos. She nudged Bill, who was busy counting the windows like a man memorizing a lover’s freckles. “You sure the dog’s a poodle?” she whispered. Bill squinted. “Tiny, yappy, probably wears sweaters. We’re golden.” A clown honked a horn inside, and Molly flinched. “That’s our cue. Kids are distracted.” Bill cracked his knuckles. “Right. You take the presents, I’ll handle the—” “Pony?” Molly guessed. “Pony,” Bill confirmed. “But if it starts singing, I’m out.” She grinned. “Deal.” They crouched, the scent of cotton candy thick in the air. Somewhere, a child wailed about a popped balloon. Molly adjusted her gloves. “Remember, quick in, quicker out.” Bill nodded. “Unless there’s cake.” Molly groaned. “Focus.” The back door stood ajar, a trail of glitter leading inside. Bill sighed. “I hate glitter.” Molly shoved him forward. “Then stop admiring it.”