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The fridge light blinked behind her. That fridge was mine, I gave it to her when I left.

She rested her head against the closet door. I carved our initials on the inside. I doubt she erased it.

The floor rug had a wine stain. That was our second anniversary. We fought, then kissed on it.

The mattress squeaked differently. One side caved more — the one we always shared.

She looked up sharply at a sound off-screen. Her old dog used to bark at that exact tone.

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She sipped from a glass with a chipped rim. I told her to throw that out years ago. I caught myself leaning closer.

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She wore a band tee I left in her laundry pile years ago. No part of that moment felt fake.

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