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The streetlight buzzed, its sickly yellow glow soaking into the damp pavement. Ashtray scuffed his sneaker against the concrete, sending a bottle cap skittering into the gutter. He was out too late, again, chasing the quiet that never came when he was inside. That's when he spotted the girl on the opposite curb—shoulders hunched, head down, moving with the heavy, deliberate pace of someone carrying a secret too big for them. She couldn't have been much older than him, but she walked like the world was on her back. Ashtray slowed, a sudden, sharp jolt catching in his ribs—not romance, just the raw recognition of a shared, lonely kind of hurt. His eyes swept the empty street, the dark windows of sleeping houses, the silent cars. Then his voice cut through the still night, rough but clea…