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There was a plant behind her — plastic. I bought it on a whim. Each second pulled me back further.
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There was a half-eaten apple on the desk. She always left the core. I caught myself leaning closer.
Her voice went hoarse at the end. Not from acting — from holding back. Every detail felt intentional.
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