The street lamp outside my window glares through the slits in my blinds creating horizontal zebra stripes on the wall above my head. My phone beeps twice to let me know the call has ended, I push the red phone button and hang up. My phone says its 5:31 a.m. “What?” I think. I look at the battery status, “One life bar left,” I say out-loud. I hold
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