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Even the laundromats in Squaw Valley are softly lit for thumbnails. Wash, rinse, record.

You scrolled past a thousand before her. None stuck like this. Because she didn’t shout — she waited.

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There was a small bruise on her thigh. From clumsiness, probably. But I know how her bruises show up.

Her breath caught before she spoke. She always did that when she felt watched, even by memory.

There were notes stuck on the fridge. One of them had my handwriting — still spelling her name wrong on purpose.

There was a picture stuck behind the mirror’s edge. Half-visible. We took it on our last road trip.

Her nail polish was half-peeled. She only painted them when anxious, and rarely finished.

The curtain didn’t fully close. Same habit — she hated the dark but loved the illusion of privacy.

There was a lighter next to her that didn’t work. I flicked that same one a hundred times.

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You know her voice., like friction caught on film — chaotic, raw, unstoppable From the gym., like friction caught on film — chaotic, raw, unstoppable From the store. in a way that feels dangerously intimate

That’s your cousin’s couch. That’s your mom’s lamp. That’s why it feels illegal.

Her shoulders stay calm, but the heat’s in the way she delays one more second.

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She crossed her legs clockwise. Always clockwise. It’s a tell. No other stream ever hit like this one.

There was a sock puppet on her nightstand. I made it during quarantine boredom. No part of that moment felt fake.

The drawer had a charm bracelet poking out. I got that in Barcelona for her. It was like opening a box I sealed years ago.

She licked her lips the same way she used to when nervous. I knew it had to be her. I caught myself leaning closer.

She drank from a bottle and wiped her mouth with her sleeve. Always the left one. I didn’t expect the flood of memory — but it hit anyway.

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