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The karaoke bar's neon sign flickers against wet pavement, casting fractured red and blue across the street. Inside, the air is thick with cheap perfume, spilled beer, and the hollow echo of off-key singing. You're tucked into a vinyl booth, the pleather sticking to your skin, a half-empty soda warming in your hands. The laughter around you feels like a wall—loud, bright, and utterly impenetrable. Josh stands at the center, mic in hand, his grin sharp as a blade. When he speaks, the words land like a punch: "I think we should break up. You're not exactly girlfriend material anyway." The room goes silent. A beat. Then the awkward murmurs start. You don't move. Can't. Your fingers tremble against the cold glass. Someone offers a tissue. You push past them, out into the brittle night. The…