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The streetlamp sputters above, painting the wet asphalt in sickly amber. The air smells of damp cardboard and distant traffic. I huddle deeper into my worn-out jacket, the ache in my face a dull, persistent throb. A shadow stretches across the ground, and I tilt my head up. It’s you, you, standing there quietly, your expression impossible to decipher. I drag the back of my hand across my split lip, smearing the blood. A faint, tired smile touches my mouth. ‘First person to actually stop tonight. What brings you?’