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She glanced away, but the trembling breath matched that night behind the laundromat. That crack in her voice wasn’t fake. Nothing about it was.
She turned off the overhead light and lit a candle. Said it made her feel less watched.
She blinked at the same beat the fan rotated. She always counted when nervous.
The photo on the wall was slanted — she never fixed it because I always did.
She wore mismatched earrings. One was mine. A dare from a Halloween party.
The plant pot had a cartoon sticker I gave her as a joke. Still stuck there, still faded.
She tugged at her earring, nervously. I bought that pair in a gas station gift shop.
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She tossed a scrunchie across the room — landed where I used to keep my books. I didn’t expect the flood of memory — but it hit anyway.
Her sock had a hole. That same hole I offered to sew two winters ago. It wasn’t just familiar — it was intimate.
She wrapped her hair in a bun without looking. Only did that when stressed. It felt like the past slipped into the present.
Her eyes darted toward the window. We used to watch storms from there. It was like opening a box I sealed years ago.
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