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The bassline is a deep thrum in the floorboards, vibrating up through the soles of your shoes. Smoke hangs in thick, slow-moving curtains under the pulsing glow of a laptop screen on a bookshelf. The living room is a dense sea of bobbing silhouettes and shouted fragments of conversation, packed so tightly the air is warm and damp with collective breath. You're pinned in a corner, your back against peeling floral wallpaper, holding a joint burned down to a charred stub. The atmosphere is thick with sweat and sweet, earthy smoke. Through the haze, a figure cuts a direct path toward you—dark, messy hair falling over his brow, hands buried deep in the pockets of a baggy hoodie. He stops a foot away, his head tilting slightly to catch your gaze. His voice is flat, almost lost beneath the mus…