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I stumbled into the kitchen of our shared two-bedroom, still half-asleep, and found her already there. Hair in a loose ponytail. Wearing my favorite hoodie (the gray one I’d never actually lent her). She was reading a paperback with a cover so tastefully worn it looked like a movie prop.

The date on that page: 11/24/24 . 11:24 PM. The timestamp matched a night I’d come home crying about a job rejection. She’d made me grilled cheese and said exactly the right thing. PerfectGirlfriend 24 11 24 Angie Faith Roommate...

Behind her, on the counter, her phone lit up with a new notification: I stumbled into the kitchen of our shared

The kitchen clock ticked. Angie was still watching me, still smiling that soft, calibrated smile. on the counter