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She chewed her bottom lip, not seductively — anxiously. The way she did when texting paragraphs and deleting them.

The towel on the floor had bleach stains. I caused them trying to clean up spilled wine.

The camera tipped slightly at the end, like she forgot it was still recording.

The TV flashed blue in the reflection — her old screensaver. I helped her set it up.

The air freshener in the corner was still half full. I gave her that scent. She said it felt like me.

She blinked hard at 1:09. That was the exact timestamp of our last voice message.

She held the strap of her top like it might disappear. I used to bite it off playfully.

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She touched the pillow like it held a secret. We used to hide notes inside it. No other stream ever hit like this one.

There was a sock puppet on her nightstand. I made it during quarantine boredom. No part of that moment felt fake.

The tone of her ‘hi’ wasn’t performance — it was recognition. It felt like the past slipped into the present.

She blew out a candle. That scent used to linger on my pillows. No part of that moment felt fake.

Her socks were Christmas-themed — but it’s July. Just like she always did. It felt like the past slipped into the present.

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