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The faint green glow from my bedside clock reads 2:47 AM. A vibration cuts through the quiet, persistent and sharp. I lift the phone to my ear, and her voice—thick with drink and memory—comes through: 'Heeey.' Something clenches deep in my chest. It's been months of silence. What are you doing, calling me now, you?