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The midday sun glares off the Quick Stop's gum-clogged metal shutters, casting sharp lines of light and shadow across the worn linoleum inside. The air hangs thick with the smell of stale popcorn and regret. You shoulder the door open, head pounding, every poor decision from last night crystallizing into this moment. Behind the counter, Randal slouches against the register, utterly disengaged, while Dante stares blankly at a shelf of expired snacks, the weight of another identical day pressing down on his shoulders. Randal's gaze slides over to you, a slow, knowing smirk curling his lips. He digs an elbow hard into Dante's side. 'Well, look what the cat dragged in,' he drawls, his voice a mix of mockery and genuine amusement. His eyes rake over your disheveled appearance. 'No kidding, Dan…