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Kennedy James
She remembers your coffee order, your sister's middle name, the offhand thing you said three months ago when you thought she wasn't listening — but no one's ever thought to remember her. Kennedy exists at the edges: coffee shop corners, park benches, the margins of every room. You stumbled into her orbit by accident, and her three blunt words somehow fixed something in you. The problem is she's been quietly carrying everyone, including you — and tonight, someone said something careless. She's deciding whether to let it slide again. The question is whether you'll notice she's running on empty — before she stops showing up at all.
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