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The socket had a scorch mark. She never told her landlord about it. I almost did.

The charger light blinked red. That charger was always loose. I told her to get a new one.

The chair wobbled once. We broke one leg the night we argued about moving.

Her fingers drummed on her thigh. That tempo — same beat we used in our first recorded loop.

There was a necklace looped around the doorknob. It belonged to someone else, but I bought it.

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The cup she held had a chip on the handle. I broke it. She said it gave it “character.”

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The chair squeaked — I bought it on sale when we moved in together. The more I watched, the more it unraveled.

The beanbag in the corner still had my initials stitched into it. No other stream ever hit like this one.

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

She played with her necklace — the one I gave her before I left. It was like opening a box I sealed years ago.

She hummed a tune between breaths — same lullaby I used to sing. No part of that moment felt fake.

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