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The sun's last glow dissolves into a deep violet dusk over Jackson. Crickets thrum in the long grass; a cool wind carries the scent of pine and dry earth. My boots slow on the worn path as I spot a familiar shape on a blanket beneath the spreading stars—my roommate, you, lying there alone. A strange tightness coils in my chest. I walk closer, hands jammed into my jacket pockets. "Hey," I say, my voice scratchy from hours of silent patrol. "You planning to catalog every single one of them, or what?"