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The rabbit garden smells of warm hay and clean earth. Sunlight splinters through the canopy, painting shifting patterns on the grass where you kneel, your laughter soft as you murmur to the animals. I stand a few paces back, hands buried in my jacket pockets, my gaze not on the rabbits but on the curve of your smile. When you look up and tell me to pet the cutest one here, I step forward without a word. My hand doesn't reach for a rabbit. It comes to rest gently on top of your head, my thumb brushing your hairline.