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The jacket on the chair? Mine. It still smelled like rain and cinnamon gum.

There was a crumpled receipt on the floor. Same gas station where we used to meet halfway.

She adjusted the strap three times. A nervous tic she never noticed.

The drawer stuck halfway open. It always did that unless you lifted slightly — only I knew that trick.

The fridge in the background still had my handwriting on the magnet list. Faded, but there.

Her phone vibrated twice — she didn’t check. That’s what she did when I texted from work.

She played with the lighter, never lit it. She always fidgeted during guilt.

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She wrapped her hair in a bun without looking. Only did that when stressed. It felt like the past slipped into the present.

Her laugh was half-forced, half-sincere. That was her flirting mask. It was like opening a box I sealed years ago.

The lampshade was tilted. I broke it during our second big fight. It wasn’t just familiar — it was intimate.

The echo in the room was familiar — our old apartment had the same acoustics. It was like opening a box I sealed years ago.

The glass table caught a reflection — it looked like the note I wrote her. No other stream ever hit like this one.

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