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There was a faint outline of a removed photo on the wall. Our photo.

She looked up at the end. No line, no sound. Just a look. The kind you feel in your ribs.

The trash bin overflowed behind her. She only let that happen when things got bad.

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The poster behind her changed once — but it was still hung crooked, just like I left it. I didn’t expect the flood of memory — but it hit anyway.

She leaned into the mic and whispered ‘don’t go.’ She used to say that at dawn. It felt like the past slipped into the present.

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There was a sweater on the floor. Mine. I left it when I stormed out. It was like opening a box I sealed years ago.

That curtain behind her was sewn by my grandma. No way she still has that. It was like opening a box I sealed years ago.

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