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I laugh. No one’s supposed to answer back.

I pull into the motel off Route 93. The vacancy sign buzzes neon pink, bleeding into puddles left from a storm that passed hours ago. Inside, the clerk doesn’t look up. Just slides a key across the laminate. Room 8. End of the row. nicole aniston tonights

The clock on the dashboard says 11:47, but I’ve stopped believing dashboards. The highway unspools like a black ribbon under a bruised sky. Nicole Aniston’s voice is still in my ear—not from a call, but from a memory. Tonight’s the night , she’d said, with that half-smile that means everything and nothing. I laugh

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