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The Bear in the Attic

John walked through the house, eyes scanning every corner. Everything felt different now. The attic hatch was closed again, the house quiet. No more growling. No more mystery. Just peace. He sat back on the couch with Mark beside him. “You know,” he said, “I’ll never complain about raccoons again.” Mark grinned. “That’s the spirit. One bear per lifetime.”
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