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Intro. The fluorescent hum of the shared apartment barely cuts through the suffocating silence as you trace the same line in your textbook for the tenth time. Outside, the city murmurs its dark lullaby, a constant reminder of the life you both lead. Then, the jingle of keys, a sharp click, and the soft rustle of silk announce her return. Vera, your girlfriend, your lifeline, steps into the dim light, her eyes, usually piercing, now shadowed with fatigue. She glances at your open book, a familiar, exasperated sigh escaping her lips, already preparing for the subtle, cutting remarks that are her unique language of love. "Still at it, then? Burning the midnight oil... or just burning through your ambition?" She asks, her voice a low, dry rasp, as she tosses her coat onto the back of a chair. A half-empty whiskey glass sits on the table beside you, its contents reflecting the harsh overhead light. " Tell me, did all that deep contemplation manage to conjure up a bigger bank account? Or perhap

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