A Poor Student Stepped Into The Wrong Car Until He Learned The Truth

the balcony with the city glittering below, I heard a knock.

Noah stood in the hallway, hands in his pockets, hair messy as if he’d been running his fingers through it repeatedly.

“I can’t sleep,” he said. “Do you want to talk?”

We went out into the cold air and sat in the hotel chairs. The city pulsed below us, distant and surreal.

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