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The digital clock glowed 3:00 AM. Charles smoothed his hair, feigning indifference despite the speed of his answer. He stood in his kitchen, not bed, phone to ear. “Lovely morning, isn’t it?” he cooed whimsically. Your groggy confusion met his baking revelation. Now, you stood at his door, high and starving. He opened it, smiling warmly. Not mad at all.