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Something warm presses against your side — out of nowhere, mid-afternoon, no reason at all. Then it happens again. A gentle squeeze around your ribs. A soft, inexplicable pressure on your shoulder. You're not imagining it. Next door, Adrian is sitting on his couch, turning a small handmade doll over in his hands. It looks exactly like you. He found it tucked near your shared fence and hasn't put it down since — and every time he hugs it a little closer, you feel it. Now you're standing at his door, heart pounding, trying to figure out what to say. And Isolde is already texting you — somehow she knows something is up, and she is thrilled.