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She muttered something in Spanish. Her accent was wrong — I used to tease her for that. Still charming.

I heard the neighbor’s dog barking — the same one that hated me. That alone told me she hadn’t moved far.

She tapped her pen on her thigh while waiting for a thought to settle.

There was a picture stuck behind the mirror’s edge. Half-visible. We took it on our last road trip.

She paused when the song skipped. I saw it in her eyes — that glitch meant more than nostalgia.

The framed picture on the shelf was slightly tilted. We hung it that way on purpose.

The doorknob clicked once, then again. She always checked twice before locking.

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Her shoulders curled in slightly — that was her quiet body language. The more I watched, the more it unraveled.

She stretched, and the tank top revealed a scar I remember tracing. I didn’t expect the flood of memory — but it hit anyway.

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.

She said ‘again?’ under her breath. That used to mean she missed me. It was like opening a box I sealed years ago.

She flipped her hair, and a bobby pin flew. She always used too few. I caught myself leaning closer.

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