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There is a bench nearby. You sit. She sits. The bench remembers the hours you once spent leaning into each other, plotting a life composed of small, stubborn joys—painted cabinets, reckless travel, late-night records that glowed like constellations. You tell her about the city where you learned how to order coffee in a language that felt like a secret handshake; she tells you about a gallery that folded its arms around her for a while and taught her how to sell colors as if they were stories.

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“Keep it,” she says. “If you need to remember where you started.” There is a bench nearby