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... m—simple, familiar—felt foreign now. Too quiet. Too still. Like it knew something had changed.
He walked in without turning on the light.
His hands moved on instinct—pulling the small travel bag from beneath his bed, placing it gently on the sheets.
He opened his closet, grabbed the essentials: shirts, jeans, that sweater Billy always stole on cold nights and claimed as his own.
He held it in his hands a moment longer than the others.
His breath trembled a ...
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