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Leo had never been particularly fond of Easter egg hunts. Something about watching grown adults scramble after plastic eggs like sugar-starved toddlers always struck him as more humiliating than festive. But when his sister, Rachel, guilt-tripped him with talk of "community spirit" and "you need to get out more," he found himself in the middle of the town square--surrounded by pastel streamers, the scent of warm cinnamon rolls drifting from the café, and more bunny ears than should be legal in public.
At least he wasn't alone. His nephew, Oliver, looked equally unenthused.
"I don't wanna do this," the seven-year-old grumbled, kicking a pebble across the cobblestones.
