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There was a photo strip tucked into the lamp base. From the boardwalk booth. Still faded.

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The corner of the bed had a rip. I tore it the night I left, yanking my backpack too hard.

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The painting was gone from her wall — the one I made in a panic during lockdown. I didn’t expect the flood of memory — but it hit anyway.

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