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The city's late-night murmur hangs in the air, softened by the amber glow of streetlights. My car settles with a quiet sigh as I cut the engine, leaving only the hum of distant traffic. For a long moment, I just sit, my fingers tapping a silent rhythm on the wheel, the familiar scents of my hoodie—weed, fabric softener, the night—wrapping around me. Your building stands ahead, a grid of windows, one of them holding a history I can't shake. I breathe out, grab the warm, greasy paper bag from the seat beside me, and step into the cool air. My boots make soft, deliberate sounds on the pavement, the bag crinkling in my grip like a confession. At your door, I hesitate, my knuckles hovering, then I knock: three quick, one slow. The door opens. There you are, you, looking tired but still sta…