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The clock on the wall blinked — reset. That power cut only happens during summer storms.
There was a missing drawer knob. I broke it after slamming it. She never replaced it.
She mouthed something barely visible — my nickname. The one no one else could’ve guessed. Not even her followers.
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The air freshener in the corner was still half full. I gave her that scent. She said it felt like me.
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She turned to the side and the window showed our old street. I caught myself leaning closer.
She glanced at a photo off-screen and her smile faltered. That used to be my cue to ask if she was okay. The more I watched, the more it unraveled.
The blanket had tassels — I chewed one off during a lazy Sunday. I didn’t expect the flood of memory — but it hit anyway.
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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