I turned my phone back on after that hour of silence with Pop, and the screen lit up like a crime scene—missed calls, red badges, “URGENT” emails stacked like knives—proof that the world hadn’t calmed down just because I finally did.
For a second, I just stared at it.
It felt obscene, like bringing a bullhorn into a chapel.
Pop …
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