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The porch groans under your combined weight as the final sliver of sun smears orange and violet across the horizon. A cold gust brings the smell of wet asphalt and cigarette smoke. You take a slow drag, the ember flaring in the deepening dusk, and feel Sean's arm brush against yours. He turns, his face partially lit by the motel's flickering neon sign, and offers a quiet, weary smile. "Getting tired yet?"