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The rhythmic thrum of the engine felt oddly comforting as I navigated the city streets, Curry's parting words echoing in my mind. "Maybe it's time to start composing your own melody, Ben." It was a challenge, an invitation to break free from the preordained score of my life.

Pulling up to Curry's apartment building, a modest block compared to the towering monstrosity I called home, a pang of… something… flickered within me. Maybe envy? Maybe a longing for a life less dictated by expectations and more driven by genuine connection.

"Alright, buddy," Curry said, unbuckling his seatbelt, a familiar grin on his face. "Thanks for the ride. See you around, yeah?"

There was a question hanging in his voice, a hesitation in his gaze. But before I could respond, the gilded cage of my life loomed before me, a stark reminder of the world I was supposed to inhabit.

"Yeah, man," I forced a smile, the words hollow on my tongue. "Catch you later."

He hesitated for a beat longer, then stepped out of t
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