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That night, Riley climbed to the roof with lanterns and repurposed crates, recruiting a sleepy flock of neighbors. They pinned the new map to the roof hatch and lit a string of bulbs. It wasn’t much — a handful of potted herbs, a bench made from an old skate ramp, a water bowl for anyone passing through — but people and creatures came. A cat, diplomatic and unbothered, took the central bench. Later, a raccoon inspected the map and seemed to approve. beingrileygreglanskytushyrileyreid top

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Riley grinned. “I’m turning the city into a bedtime story for animals who never sleep.” A cat, diplomatic and unbothered, took the central bench