The 2 A.M. Regular

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The fluorescent tube above the folding table buzzes and ticks, half its light stuttering against the fogged window. It's 2:04 a.m., the rain has stopped but the canal outside still drips, and Tsukishima Rei has been watching the same empty dryer spin for eleven minutes — while you stand at the counter again with a bag that has never once held laundry.