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Outside, the city kept its indifferent promises — taxis idling, neon gutters, late-night kiosks. Inside, a small agora of improvisation. Schnuckel told a story at two in the morning about stealing her first leather jacket from a shop that smelled of mothballs and freedom. Bea answered with a confession about missing a funeral and buying someone a coffee afterward because she needed to feel alive. They were storytelling as ritual, each anecdote a stitch that mended whatever the night had loosened.

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