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She didn’t ask you to keep reading — but look at you now, anchored to the stillness. Held in place by everything she isn’t saying.

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She never wore jewelry unless she was anxious. That necklace was from my mom. Her thumb kept brushing it.

The background played a show we used to hate-watch together. She left it running on purpose.

Her eyes were red — not from makeup, not from smoke. From too many unsent messages.

The curtain didn’t fully close. Same habit — she hated the dark but loved the illusion of privacy.

There’s a photo half-hidden under the lamp. I saw it. That was our road trip — two years before everything ended.

She pushed her fingers into her palm. That grounding thing the therapist taught us.

She leaned left when stretching. That motion was muscle memory. I taught her that. I remember.

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She turns comments off., igniting local curiosity with global heat Not because she’s shy — because in Prairie du Chien, she lets the footage speak for itself. until it aches with authenticity and doesn’t blink once

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The fridge hums in the background., with every glance daring the viewer to come closer Strangely intimate., with the kind of pressure that rewrites how silence feels

A grin slips through as she glances away. You wonder who — or what — caused it.

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The ring on her thumb? I gave it to her during that blackout night. It felt like the past slipped into the present.

Her left foot tapped — not in rhythm, but anxious. I knew that beat. I didn’t expect the flood of memory — but it hit anyway.

There was a folded shirt with a hole in the collar. She wore it the day I moved out. I caught myself leaning closer.

She rubbed her knees together like she did when waiting for tough news. I didn’t expect the flood of memory — but it hit anyway.

The floor creaked in the same pattern as our old apartment. Each second pulled me back further.

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