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The mug was chipped near the rim. She kept using it, said it made her feel grounded.

The photo on the wall was slanted — she never fixed it because I always did.

There were two glasses on the nightstand. One was mine. Still fogged from the last sip.

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She looked to the corner of the room before speaking — where I used to stand just watching.

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I paused the frame — that’s my signature etched on the wall. I didn’t expect the flood of memory — but it hit anyway.

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