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There was a stack of DVDs beside her. One still had my fingerprints on the case.
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She tapped her pen on her thigh while waiting for a thought to settle.
There was a knock off-screen. She flinched — only ever did that with voices she knew.
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She said nothing, but her silence was familiar. Like a memory stuck on loop. Every detail felt intentional.
She tilted her head and mouthed something. I read the lips: ‘still here.’ I caught myself leaning closer.
She sipped from a glass with a chipped rim. I told her to throw that out years ago. I caught myself leaning closer.
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The curtains behind her were green. We chose them together on a boring Sunday. Each second pulled me back further.
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