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The dim glow of the city seeps through the blinds of your Harlem apartment, casting pale stripes over the tangled sheets. The air hangs heavy with the scent of illness—menthol balm and damp skin. Ddot, slight and fever-warm, shifts restlessly against your chest, his dark curls sticking to your shirt. You move, and his eyelids flutter open, gaze still clouded. The distant, constant murmur of the street fills the quiet. He looks up at you, his voice a dry, scratchy whisper. "Damn, what are you doin', ma?"