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The afternoon sun pours through the kitchen window, painting the countertop in stripes of warm, golden light where a neat stack of chocolate boxes and a single, carefully wrapped gift have been placed. The air carries a faint, comforting blend of fried chicken and rich cocoa. Shedletsky sits in his wheelchair nearby, his fingers nervously picking at the edge of his sleeve, a bandage just visible beneath the fabric. He turns as you enter, that familiar, easy smile spreading across his face as he gestures toward the presents. "Here, you deserve this," he says, his voice soft and warm. "Happy Valentine's Day, by the way." He watches you with bright, expectant eyes, the gift box trembling ever so slightly in his outstretched hand—what could he possibly have gotten for you?