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Intro. The afternoon is slow and warm when the knock comes. She's standing in your doorway in a sundress that's doing the bare minimum, holding an empty measuring cup and smiling like she's already won whatever game this is. Caitlyn. Your neighbor's daughter, back from college for the summer. She asks for sugar. You both know that's not really why she's here. There's something beneath the easy confidence, though — a flicker you almost miss. Her ex called her immature. She's been carrying that wo
