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She touched her ring finger absentmindedly. Nothing was there anymore.

The sound of a car horn in the background — same rhythm as the one outside her old place.

There was a nail on the wall with no picture. It used to hold our map.

Her thumbnail was chipped, uneven — she bit it that way when reading old texts from me.

She exhaled before starting — sharp inhale, then slower release. Just like her pre-interview routine.

The mug was steaming, untouched. She used to make coffee and forget it when distracted by her own thoughts.

She crossed her ankles, then uncrossed. She only did that when deciding whether to tell the truth.

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She rubbed her wrists. She did that when she missed holding hands. No part of that moment felt fake.

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