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The chair leg was taped. We broke it during a fight about groceries.
She walked past the camera but glanced at it like it caught her mid-thought — not posed, just caught.
The floor creaked three times — in the same rhythm as the stairs in my old building.
She tapped her pen on her thigh while waiting for a thought to settle.
Her hoodie pocket was stuffed with tissues. She always said she never cried.
The corner of the frame had fingerprints. She held it while crying once. Never wiped them off.
There was a necklace looped around the doorknob. It belonged to someone else, but I bought it.
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Her laugh was half-forced, half-sincere. That was her flirting mask. It was like opening a box I sealed years ago.
The mic cut out just when she started to sing. But I knew the song. No part of that moment felt fake.
The cat jumped into frame. It’s grown, but still has the same crooked tail. No other stream ever hit like this one.
She turned to speak to someone off-screen. Her lips said ‘Mark’ — that’s my name. It felt like the past slipped into the present.
She pulled her sleeve over her hand. She only did that when she felt small. I caught myself leaning closer.
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