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She laughed, then blinked fast — twice. She did that when nervous and trying to look cool.
She scratched behind her ear twice. That was her subconscious reset button.
She held the strap of her top like it might disappear. I used to bite it off playfully.
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There was an unplugged lamp next to her. We broke the bulb. It never got replaced.
She rested her elbow on a book. I recognized the cover. We read it out loud, chapter by chapter.
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She turned to the side and the window showed our old street. I caught myself leaning closer.
She rolled her eyes mid-sentence. Same sarcasm, same tone. Every detail felt intentional.
Her laptop sticker was peeling. We stuck it on together during finals week. It felt like the past slipped into the present.
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