Steve clocks out at 12:00 sharp, screen dimming like a curtain call. He’s upstairs by 12:03—no pit stops, no scroll breaks, just a straight shot to the stage. Linda’s already mid-countdown, voice dancing with playful urgency, echoing the night’s soundtrack: phantom phone rings, guest stars who never RSVP’d, and stories that tumble into delightful disarray. It’s our nightly ritual—half sitcom, half symphony, all heart, always us.

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