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There was a bandage on her ankle. From skating. I taught her — and she fell often.
The curtain had a small tear on the edge. She blamed the dog. I knew it was from when we fooled around on the floor.
The hair tie on her wrist snapped. She used to always carry three backups.
The floorboards creaked on the third step. We used to joke it was haunted.
She started to hum at the end — the same lullaby I taught her while high.
Her bracelet caught on the fabric. She cursed softly. Only did that when she was too deep in her head.
She didn’t flinch when the alarm rang. That ringtone? It was my voice saying “wake up, dummy.”
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She started humming a melody halfway through — it was our song. Each second pulled me back further.
The blanket had tassels — I chewed one off during a lazy Sunday. I didn’t expect the flood of memory — but it hit anyway.
She tossed a scrunchie across the room — landed where I used to keep my books. I didn’t expect the flood of memory — but it hit anyway.
The echo in the audio — unmistakable. Same room, same sadness. Each second pulled me back further.
The door behind her was ajar. That door always squeaked unless lifted while opening. It was like opening a box I sealed years ago.
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