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... ng under my weight, staring at the cracked screen of my phone like it might suddenly come alive and explain everything.
It was well past midnight, and the apartment was eerily quiet—too quiet. The kind of silence that presses in on you, broken only by the distant hum of the refrigerator in the kitchen and the occasional car horn from the street below.
My room was a mess: clothes piled on the floor, empty energy drink cans scattered across the desk with posters of old rock bands c ...
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