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She wore the hoodie backward. By accident. She always did that when filming early mornings.

She sat on the floor to film. She always did that when feeling too much. Said the floor calmed her.

She sighed before smiling. That exhale? She only did it when forcing herself to perform.

There was a single sock by the window. I left it after a night she called me over at 2 a.m.

She shifted her weight from one hip to the other — not from comfort, but from instinct.

She mouthed “don’t start” before the clip began. I’ve heard that tone in real life.

The curtain swayed without breeze. I remembered the window never sealed properly.

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When she said ‘baby,’ I flinched. Nobody else knew she used to call me that. It felt like the past slipped into the present.

She pulled a strand of hair behind her ear — same motion, same pause. I didn’t expect the flood of memory — but it hit anyway.

I recognized her by the way she adjusted her bra strap — same old motion. No other stream ever hit like this one.

A faded bruise on her arm made me pause. Not new. Not mine. Still hit hard. It felt like the past slipped into the present.

The tone of her ‘hi’ wasn’t performance — it was recognition. It felt like the past slipped into the present.

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