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The sheets weren’t perfect. Same stain on the corner. From that night with the wine bottle and no corkscrew.

She scratched the back of her neck — the spot I used to press my lips to after long days.

She looked back just once — a glance, not a stare. That’s how she used to check if I was still awake.

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There was a scribbled note on the mirror. Our inside joke. Misspelled, as always.

The edge of the table had a name carved into it. Hers. But I carved it.

Her handwriting on the whiteboard was still tilted left. She said straight letters felt “too official.”

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