My aai calls at one, worried the alarm didn't go off—she knows I watch the game in the dark, the only light from the screen reflecting on my seashell-lined sill. I tell her it’s like our bioluminescent shore, this glow of red from Anfield so far away. These nights, the old tiles feel cold, but the heart of the house is warm.
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