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(Start with a casual, conversational tone. Like you’re telling a secret to a friend.) I drive rideshare on the weekends to make some extra cash. Usually, it’s just drunk college kids or people heading to the airport. But last night was... different. I picked up a girl named Sarah outside a quiet suburban library. She sat in the back, totally silent, staring out the window. I tried the usual small talk—asked how her night was—but she just whispered, “I’m finally going home.” The GPS took me to