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The note on the corkboard said ‘don’t text him.’ I think it was still about me. Every detail felt intentional.

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

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.

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