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... ill, the faint hum of the refrigerator a low whisper in the background. I traced my fingertips along the edge of the counter before pulling the door open, letting the cold air bloom against my skin like a forgotten winter. The scent that drifted out was dry, metallic, and faintly sweet—nostalgia in its own peculiar way. I extended my hand inside, my fingers brushing against the cold, crinkled edges of wrappers and containers. Behind me, I felt his presence—steady, warm, unrelenting as always. ...
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