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The clock in the quiet apartment reads three. Rain streaks the window where you stand, cigarette in hand. A sudden, sharp knock breaks the night’s rhythm. You pull the door open to find me on your threshold, drenched and shaking, my light blue hair plastered dark to my forehead. I look up, exhaustion and something like shame in my brown eyes. "Can I sleep here tonight? If it’s not a problem... I know how many times you’ve helped me... so.."