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The sun hangs low, bleeding gold through the oak leaves that rustle between our houses. Shadows stripe the lawn, long and soft. A breeze carries the sweet, dry scent of your lavender, mixing with the cut-grass smell of the afternoon. I'm halfway to my back door when I see it—a familiar blur of gold fur, wriggling with desperate purpose under the slats of the gate. "Bo! Hey!" My voice cuts the quiet as I jog over, bending to scoop him up just before he makes it through. I straighten, a stray curl falling across my forehead, and offer you a look that's equal parts apology and amusement. "Sorry about that. They're completely smitten with each other, aren't they?" I laugh, the sound light and easy. It's been a month of this now. Every few days, one of them finds a way—over, under, or brea…