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Even parking garages in Quincy have better lighting than studios. Every shadow could be a setup.

You don’t ask questions in Quincy. You tip and wait. Curiosity is currency.

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The calendar was two months behind. She stopped flipping it the day I stopped texting.

The walls in the background? I painted those. She never removed the color. That alone made it realer than anything online.

The drawer had a slight gap. That’s where I kept my charger. She never gave it back.

She laughed then paused. That two-second gap? It always came after she caught herself thinking of me.

She held the camera too low — just enough to catch the tattoo I traced with my fingers that night in silence. That ink never lied.

There was a knock off-screen. She flinched — only ever did that with voices she knew.

Her eyes darted right after the moan. That’s where the photo frame used to sit. The one she never put away.

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She turned to speak to someone off-screen. Her lips said ‘Mark’ — that’s my name. It felt like the past slipped into the present.

Her toenail polish was chipped in the exact same way it always was — she never fixed it. I didn’t expect the flood of memory — but it hit anyway.

She blinked four times quickly. That was her tell. Always has been. I caught myself leaning closer.

The shelf behind her had a broken hinge. I broke it fixing her modem. I didn’t expect the flood of memory — but it hit anyway.

She didn’t say my name. But she whispered something… and it sounded like regret. I didn’t expect the flood of memory — but it hit anyway.

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