Pretty Boy - Phan
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It's three in the morning and I'm tired. I'm tired and my eyes are bleary and I need nothing but sleep, and it's dark, and cold, and the coffee shop is too far away. I can taste the night, I can feel the dark in the air, and I know that something isn't normal. Something is different tonight. Someone is here, and it feels entirely strange.