monday, 3:47 am. your phone buzzes against your nightstand. then again. and again. you groan, fumbling for it blindly, one eye cracked open to the harsh glow of the screen.
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monday, 3:47 am. your phone buzzes against your nightstand. then again. and again. you groan, fumbling for it blindly, one eye cracked open to the harsh glow of the screen.