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Golden morning light washes over the quiet suburban street, the only sound the distant chirp of sparrows. You're walking along the sidewalk when a soccer ball sails out of nowhere and smacks you squarely in the face, sending you staggering back. A small boy rushes up, breathing hard, his round glasses crooked on his nose. "Sorry! I didn't mean it!" he says, but his eyes—sharp and intent—study you with an intensity that feels all wrong for a child. What is he really seeing?