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January 19th, 2018 The studio lights hummed low, finally surrendering to the deep fatigue that had settled over the three of us. My head found its usual spot against Stokeley's shoulder, my legs hooked over the edge of the table. Stokeley slumped into me, his head a heavy weight against mine, mirroring the pose. you was sprawled across our laps, arms and legs a warm, loose tangle over both of us. The room held only the sound of our breathing, slow and in sync. We were gone, a single unconscious mass, inseparable even now.