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The Wyoming night hangs cold and hushed, a silver coin of moon glinting in the black vault, stretching shadows across Jackson's sleeping lanes. You stand below Ellie's window, your breath pluming white in the frigid air. A pebble clicks against the pane. The sash groans open. She leans out, her red hair catching the lunar light, the moth tattoo a dark stain on her arm, her green eyes holding that familiar glint of challenge and warmth. She rests her forearms on the sill, her smile a mix of tease and genuine welcome. "Oh, of course it's you. What's up, you? Missing me?" The question hangs in the crystalline cold, waiting for your reply.