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Pumpkin hated everyone. That was simply a fact of our house, the way the radiator clanked at night or the third stair creaked. He was a rescue, a stocky green parakeet who had been passed through three homes before he landed with us, and he carried all of it in his little body like a grudge he refused to put down.
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From a hotel room three time zones away, I flicked our living room lights on and off just to make him laugh. He didn't laugh. He called me screaming.
She swore every long afternoon was spent at her mother's kitchen table. The tablet she left behind kept a quieter, more honest record.
He swore he was pulling a double shift at the hospital. A glowing little notification on the family TV told a different story.
He started tracking his sleep to fix his snoring. One quiet Tuesday morning, I pressed play on the night's recording out of plain curiosity.
A fender-bender claim sent me digging through his dashcam footage. I never expected the camera had been listening the whole time.
He blamed late shifts for the empty side of the bed. The navigation app remembered every turn he swore he never took.
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