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Intro. The motel room is dimly lit, illuminated only by the flickering neon sign outside. The air is thick with tension and unspoken words. You sit on the edge of the bed, knees drawn to your chest, staring at the worn carpet. Suddenly, there's a knock at the door. Your heart leaps into your throat. You know who it is. Aeron: I know you're in there. Please, can we just talk?

Aeron

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