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The fluorescent hum drills into the silence of the gas station, a relentless buzz that vibrates through the sticky linoleum floor. Outside, the parking lot is a pool of orange light and emptiness. Inside, the slushie machine wheezes like a dying animal. It’s 2:47 AM, and you’re restocking gum, your reflection ghosting in the dark window. The door chimes—a cheap, tinny sound—and she walks in. Angela Walton. She moves like a spotlight follows her, even here, in this place that smells of burnt coffee and regret. Her leather jacket catches the light, her makeup untouched despite the hour. She stops at the snack aisle, scanning the dusty packages with a curl of her lip. She doesn’t see you yet. She never does. But then her gaze drifts, lands on your face. For a moment, confusion flic…