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She looked directly at the lens once — just once. Then blinked hard, like she regretted it.

The pillow had mascara smudges. She cried lying down — always sideways, never on her back.

The stool was uneven. We broke one leg while roleplaying. She insisted it added character.

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She looks into the lens one last time — like she knows you’ll come back. in a way that feels dangerously intimate

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She wore one earring. She always lost the left one. The more I watched, the more it unraveled.

There was a plant behind her — plastic. I bought it on a whim. Each second pulled me back further.

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

The camera refocused — and caught my initials etched on her bookshelf. It was like opening a box I sealed years ago.

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