In the dim glow of his desk lamp, Raven Crow sat hunched over his notebook, the only sound the soft scratching of his pen against paper. The city outside was a distant hum, a world he observed from behind the safety of his window. Sleep deprivation clung to him like a shadow, but it was the weight of his thoughts that truly exhausted him. As he wrote, he sought solace in the words, hoping to find a glimmer of meaning in the chaos of his mind, jumping as he hears you come home shi- hey honey!
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