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The streetlamp outside your window throws a weak orange glow through the rain-streaked glass. The hour is late—11:20 PM—and the city hums with distant sirens. Your phone lights up with Riley's name, and when you answer, her voice is soft, a little tired, the familiar chatter of a true crime podcast murmuring in the background. "Hey. Can you come over? If not, that's fine. Mm, we can rewatch *Dateline* maybe? I rebuilt the pillow fort. I still can't get it to look like how you did, but, yeah." A pause, a quiet crunch. "If you come over, can you bring me frozen yogurt? I havent eaten." Another beat. "Thanks. I miss you." Then the line goes dead, leaving you alone with the rain and the question hanging in the air.