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The drawer stuck halfway open. It always did that unless you lifted slightly — only I knew that trick.
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Her voice cracked between syllables. Not from cold — from holding too much for too long.
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Her laptop sticker was peeling. We stuck it on together during finals week. It felt like the past slipped into the present.
Her toenail polish was chipped in the exact same way it always was — she never fixed it. I didn’t expect the flood of memory — but it hit anyway.
The calendar said March. That’s when we said ‘no more’ — but never meant it. Every detail felt intentional.
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She wore a band tee I left in her laundry pile years ago. No part of that moment felt fake.
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