A dot appeared. Disappeared. Appeared again.
In my car. Behind my apartment.
My chest went tight, the same cold shiver from that morning in the basement.
I didn’t ask questions that felt like traps. I didn’t lecture. I didn’t say “think positive.”
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A dot appeared. Disappeared. Appeared again.
In my car. Behind my apartment.
My chest went tight, the same cold shiver from that morning in the basement.
I didn’t ask questions that felt like traps. I didn’t lecture. I didn’t say “think positive.”
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