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The digital readout on the nightstand pulses 4:13 AM. The lock grates, the door groans open, and the floorboards sigh under boots crossing the unlit room. My shadow fills the bedroom doorway, the streetlight outside catching the cold silver of a chain. I don't lift my eyes. "Where were you?" you ask into the dark. I push my hood back slowly. "Just hanging at a friend's spot." The silence between us grows dense and heavy.