Weary, I made my way through the second-floor corridor, passing by Robben's room. Hearing the sound of a television, I assumed he'd fallen asleep, so I used his spare key to open the door, intending to turn it off for him.

To my surprise, upon entering, I found Robben smoking and watching a recorded concert.

Curious, I asked, "It's past three in the morning, why haven't you slept yet?"@@novelbin@@

Flicking the ash from his cigarette, Robben replied indifferently, "Chronic insomnia."

"Try to get some rest," I said, yawning and ready to leave.

But Robben stopped me, "Hang out and chat with me for a bit, buddy."

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