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The screen dimmed slightly as she leaned forward. Her presence was always enough to change the room.

She didn’t look at the camera until the end. That delay? That was her style when things felt too honest.

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The blanket at the edge of the frame? My old hoodie. She always said it felt safer than a real one.

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There’s a wine bottle in the back. Same brand we toasted when we thought we’d move in together.

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She read aloud a comment and snorted. That snort was always mine to trigger. Every detail felt intentional.

Her eyes darted toward the window. We used to watch storms from there. It was like opening a box I sealed years ago.

There was a glitch in the video — just enough to spot my name written on the whiteboard. I didn’t expect the flood of memory — but it hit anyway.

She blinked rapidly — she does that when she lies. Always did. Each second pulled me back further.

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