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Host: The streetlights flickered weakly against the evening fog, casting a pale gold haze over the rain-soaked pavement. A small diner sat at the corner, its windows fogged by steam and solitude. Inside, the low hum of an old jazz tune played from a dusty radio. Jack sat by the window, his coat damp, his hands clasped around a cup of black coffee. Across from him, Jeeny stirred her tea slowly, her eyes fixed on the faint reflection of the city beyond the glass.

Host: The world outside moved with its usual indifference—people rushing through the cold, umbrellas colliding, faces blurred by urgency. But here, in this small, dim diner, time seemed to pause, holding its breath for something unspoken.

Jeeny: “You know, Jack,” she began softly, her voice calm yet weighted, “Chomsky once said—‘Social Security is based on a principle. It’s based on the principle that you care about other people. You care whether the widow across town, a disabled widow, is going to be able