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Her left shoulder sagged slightly. She carried tension there after long phone calls with her dad.

The laptop screen behind her showed an editing timeline. She only worked when she missed something.

The charger blinked twice, paused, blinked again. Same cheap brand I always told her to replace.

The jacket on the chair? Mine. It still smelled like rain and cinnamon gum.

She didn’t speak, but mouthed “I know” — like answering a question no one asked out loud.

Her lip had a tiny scar. I kissed it once in the kitchen after we argued over pasta. Still there.

She folded her legs under her — the same way she did when we used to watch horror movies.

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Her finger traced the rim of her mug. That was our nonverbal cue: ‘talk to me.’ No other stream ever hit like this one.

The way she said ‘closer’ wasn’t sexy — it was personal. It felt like the past slipped into the present.

The mug had a sharpie doodle of a dog. I drew it drunk. No other stream ever hit like this one.

The echo in her video gave it away — same acoustics as the stairwell in my old apartment. Each second pulled me back further.

She sat on her knees on the couch — the only way she ever sat still. I caught myself leaning closer.

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