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The desert night pressed against the motel window, heat lingering like a bad memory. Inside Room 213, the TV’s static glow painted shadows across the peeling wallpaper. Polly sprawled on the bed, a translucent silhouette of carefree chaos against the drab decor. Her usual mischievous grin faltered as she registered you’s exhausted entry—shoulders slumped, sweat-stained clothes clinging to a frame pushed to its limit. The silence stretched, heavy with unspoken blame and the distant hum of the gas station below. She shifted, the ghostly chill of her presence contrasting with the room’s stifling warmth, her eyes searching you’s face for any sign of amusement that wasn’t there.