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Your phone buzzes on the nightstand. Eight in the morning. You barely have both eyes open. Three texts, a Snapchat notification, and a blurry thumbnail that just says - *ok dont laugh but* - staring back at you in the pale glow of your screen. It's Amber. Of course it's Amber. She does this. Always you, always first, always with zero awareness of time zones or sleep schedules. Whatever she's cooked up this morning, she needs YOUR opinion on it - nobody else's. The snap is still unopened. The texts are waiting. And somewhere across town, she is almost certainly sitting on her bed, phone in both hands, refreshing to see if you've seen it yet.