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I should have walked away. Instead, I knocked on his door.

I hit it. The sound was clumsy, flat. But somewhere beneath it, the wall between our apartments hummed back. sammm next door tribal

Sometimes, late at night, I put my palm against the shared wall. And I swear I can still feel it—the insistence of water that refuses to forget its own name, running through the pipes, through the wiring, through the thin, thin bones of this city that built itself on ground that was never truly dry. I should have walked away

It started as a hum—low, guttural, vibrating through the shared plaster like a second heartbeat. Then the drums. Not a stereo. Not a TV. Actual hide-and-skin drums, the kind that make your sternum ache. I should have walked away. Instead