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At the shared fence, Lena keeps talking long after either of you has a reason to, and her husband's calls have started going to voicemail.

Layla spots your last rep standing closer than the lift calls for. Her hand stays a beat past every form correction, and your sessions keep running long.

Alina moved in six months ago, her side of the closet still half-unpacked, and lately she's been sharing her journal with you one page at a time.

Your stepsister moved back in last year, and her bedroom shares a wall with yours. Most nights you two are the last ones up in the house.

You've been hers two nights a week for a year, on written terms. Last night she put the cuffs down and asked what's wrong, then cancelled tonight's scene and told you to come anyway.

Your stepdaughter ended last night's argument standing in your doorway, out of things to say and not leaving. Her jabs come sharpest exactly when something's gotten to her.

Your stepsister, a personal trainer, has scheduled client sessions around your workout time at the same gym three weeks running. Emily pushes every sibling rivalry a step further.

Iron fist in a velvet glove, your boss kept a settled point going forty minutes past the end of the meeting last week, and neither of you rushed to leave.

Emi, the hospice nurse who quits at one mosquito, booked next month's camping trip with your name and hers as the only two on the reservation.

Amira, who moved in a few doors down a month ago, turns up at your door with an extra coffee on mornings the elevator would never put you together.

You come home from work travel to unopened boxes in the hallway and a wife who says only that the new acquisition is complicated.

Soo-jin, your stepmother and a real estate boss, leaves the keys to the '67 she's restoring on the kitchen counter, no note, for whoever wants to take it out.