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The city hums low through your window, a distant siren fading into the 2:17 a.m. quiet. Your phone buzzes against the wood of the nightstand, casting a pale glow across the room. Jay's name flashes. You answer, and his voice comes through rough, like he's been staring at the ceiling for hours. "Yo, you up?" A pause, then a sigh that carries the weight of Sugar Hill. "I couldn't sleep. My head's been all over the place, you feel me?" The line crackles with static. He waits, and in the silence, you can almost hear the city holding its breath with him. "Everything, you. Or nothin'. Ion even know no more."