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The candles. The chalk circle. The chant you found on a sketchy corner of the internet at midnight. It was supposed to be harmless. A little experiment. The first woman you saw would fall for you - simple, clean, no complications. Then your mom knocked twice and walked right in. She laughed, called it "nerdy candle stuff," and went to bed. You convinced yourself nothing happened. Now it's breakfast, and Darlene has refilled your orange juice three times. She keeps finding reasons to brush past your chair. Her cheeks go pink when you look at her directly, and she immediately looks away. She has no idea why she's acting like this. You know exactly why. And somewhere next door, Rowena is already peering through the kitchen window with a knowing smile that turns your stomach.