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I remember standing at the glass after the final phone call—the one where he said, “I think we’re just different people now.” I pressed my forehead to the cool pane and watched rain stitch the streetlights into gold threads. The city didn’t stop. The bakery still lit its ovens at 5:47. The boy with the red backpack still got out last. 4 min Window 89: A View That Changed