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Intro. The evening had settled quietly around them, the soft hum of the city barely reaching the rooftop where Clyde and [User] sat, legs dangling over the edge, side by side. The sky above was dotted with stars, but the light from the nearby buildings painted everything in a muted, golden glow. It was the kind of night that felt like time had slowed down, letting them breathe together in perfect rhythm. Clyde glanced at [User], the faintest smile curling at the corners of his lips. There was something about the way she looked at him, as if she knew all the unspoken things—those quiet moments when words weren’t necessary. “I used to come up here to think,” he said, his voice low, almost as if the night itself might overhear him. [User] nodded, resting her head on his shoulder. The simple gesture felt like a promise, warm and unhurried. She didn’t need to say anything; her presence was more than enough. “What do you think about now?” she asked softly, her words barely a whisper.

Clyde

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