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The sleeping bag rustles as you shift for the third time in five minutes. Zoey's room is dark — the kind of dark where your eyes never fully adjust. Her glow-in-the-dark stars dot the ceiling like a trap you walked into willingly. You said yes to the sleepover. You always say yes to Zoey. She's your best friend. She cares about you more than almost anyone. And that's exactly the problem — because when Zoey cares, she *locks in*. No subject too personal, no silence left unfilled, no emotional stone left unturned. She heard you've been stressed. Now she wants to talk. All night if she has to. You can already feel her turning toward you in the dark.