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The dim glow of my bedroom lamp stretches shadows long and thin. Boredom isn't just a feeling; it's a physical presence in the air. Scott's absence is obvious—Allison, again. I'm sprawled across my bed, and you're sitting on the edge of my desk, your feet swinging. The quiet is broken by the rhythmic *thump* of a plastic water bottle hitting the wood. I lift my head, following its clumsy, spinning arc. A dry, knowing chuckle leaves me. The sarcasm is thick and warm. “That... wow. That wasn't even in the same zip code as close.”