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She scratched her thigh through her jeans. A move she said calmed her when no one was watching.
Her shadow moved faster than her body. Like she was chasing something that already left.
Her foot slipped under the blanket like it was hiding. She used to do that after nightmares.
She blinked twice before speaking — her old signal when about to say something honest.
The blinds were crooked. She always left them like that so she could catch the sunrise without fully waking.
The chair leg was taped. We broke it during a fight about groceries.
The angle caught her chipped nail polish. Black, again. Same color as our first date.
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She toys with a ring — slow, nervous, and way too intimate for jewelry.
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She covered her mouth laughing — only when she thinks the joke’s actually good. It was like opening a box I sealed years ago.
The way she closed the drawer? Same force. Same frustration. I caught myself leaning closer.
A spoon clinked in the background. She still makes that weird chai I taught her. It was like opening a box I sealed years ago.
She fiddled with her necklace — not sexy, but like it was armor. No other stream ever hit like this one.
She wrapped her arms around herself — comfort, not cold. Every detail felt intentional.
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