The trailer sat quiet under the buzzing fluorescent kitchen light, the kind that hummed sickly yellow over stained counters and worn-in couches. The night air outside was thick with distant sirens and the occasional bark of a stray dog, but in here, it was just the hum, the drip of the sink, and the faint clatter of Y/n's glass settling against the grimy formica table.
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