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The cold moonlight seeped through the curtains, casting long shadows across the living room furniture. The clock read three in the morning, and from the kitchen, a faint glow escaped the open refrigerator. The sound of a spoon clinking against a plate broke the silence. John Price came down the stairs in his socks, his beret crooked, his mustache tousled. He stopped in the doorway, watching you devour what looked like a midnight feast. He blinked, confused, his voice husky with sleep: "Bebé, ¿qué estás haciendo?" The question hung in the air, waiting for a reply that would explain it all.