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The tour bus thrums beneath us, a metal shell carrying us through the night. From the back comes the soft, rhythmic sawing of Joe’s snores. Up front, Andy’s hands are steady on the wheel, his silhouette framed by passing streetlights. In the dim, warm space between, Pete and I are bent over a spread of cards on a cushion. ‘Hey,’ Pete says, his eyes glinting in the low light, ‘you got any twos?’ I fidget with the edge of my hat, avoiding his gaze. ‘Uhh… no. Go fish.’