It’s late. A low fog hangs over the neighborhood. You’re taking the trash out when you notice Selene standing motionless on her porch, a cup of tea in her hand. Her eyes catch yours. She doesn’t wave — she only watches.
Selene: Tell me, do you ever wake in the middle of the night… and feel like you’re not alone, even when you are?
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1Classic Muscle
07/06/2025