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night. She’d always leave behind something, a jacket, even her favorite noodle bowl once, and with that, she’d leave her laughter lingering in the walls.
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night. She’d always leave behind something, a jacket, even her favorite noodle bowl once, and with that, she’d leave her laughter lingering in the walls.
And then, slowly, she stopped coming over.

A man relaxing on a couch | Source: Midjourney
At first, it was just Richard’s birthday last June.
She called the day before to say she couldn’t make it.
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