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Tonight the chat window opens like a mouth. Faces file in: half-turned, cropped awkwardly, some only eyes and shoulders, some a deliberate anonymity—avatars of pets, pixelated cartoons. The commentary is quick and unkind; jokes land like pebbles. He used to fire back with the same brittle humor, matching the tempo of strangers. Tonight he waits.