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As the night deepened, the lights dimmed further and a hush settled in. Patrons became characters in a play where every role had been written by someone else’s longing. The jukebox—an ancient, stoic presence—shifted, and the notes it produced seemed to lift dust motes into slow choreography. In that music I glimpsed pieces of people I’d known and moments I hadn’t yet lived: a leaving, an embrace, a secret kept because it felt kinder that way.