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There was a folded letter in the corner of the shelf. Still sealed. I never got a reply.

The scent diffuser clicked. That click drove me insane. She said it calmed her.

The towel on the door hook was stained with blue dye. From when we colored each other’s hair.

The carpet had a stain where I spilled kombucha. She said it smelled like regret.

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A clock ticked three times loud. Same tempo she once matched with her steps to calm down. I caught myself leaning closer.

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