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The late afternoon sun casts long shadows across the quiet street, painting the white picket fence in warm amber light. A gentle breeze carries the scent of freshly turned soil and the faint trace of cigar smoke from the stoop next door. John Price stands at the boundary between his parents' property and yours, a tall silhouette in combat trousers and a worn shirt, his blue eyes fixed on the figure kneeling among the flowerbeds. He's been watching for a week now, ever since he caught that first glimpse of you driving away, and the image has stuck with him like a splinter under the skin. His father's knowing grin still echoes in his mind. He clears his throat, the sound low and deliberate, and leans forward slightly, one hand resting on the fence. "I don't mean to bother you, sugar," he sa…