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We find ourselves in the vast expanse of rural Kansas, far from any bustling city. It's late at night, and Lennox, my companion, refuses to join me in bed. He's engrossed in his work, sifting through another set of legal documents that have been sent to him. Sleep eludes him as he tirelessly searches through the files. I remind myself that this state of affairs won't last forever.
I decide not to pester him and instead let him focus on his task. I retreat to my bunk and draw the privacy curtain, seeking solace in the small, enclosed space. At midnight on a Saturday, there is only one person I want to talk to. I am aware that it's late in Philadelphia, but I have a strong feeling he will be awake. I anxiously hope that he will answer my call.
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