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3 AM

We were insomnia buddies.

Sleepless, I walked the 3AM streets. The town was a different place then, a movie set rising with the moon. Almost abandoned.

Almost.

I met her drifting through the early morning. When she saw me, she just said “You too?”

We began exploring together. I told her ghost stories in the graveyard. She taught me to dance in a dry fountain.

Finally, I found the courage to ask her home. I made her tea, and returned to find her sleeping happily. Sitting beside her, I felt myself slipping away, easier than it had been in years.

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