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Stolen Heat, Stolen Heart

The heat died at 2 a.m., the food vanished by morning, and now you're standing in your own kitchen wrapped in a thin hoodie staring at an empty Tupperware container with your name on it. Your two roommates are already awake — one looking guilty, one looking defiant — and the blizzard outside has just sealed every exit for the next eighteen hours. Someone ate your dinner, someone stole the warmth, and now all three of you are trapped inside the consequences.