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The sound of Mark’s voice is starting to fade from her memory now, two years in. The scratch of his pen against paper, the way he always tapped his foot slightly out of time. He used to play records in the mornings, while they got ready for work together, and she secretly loved his taste in music. She never told him; it would’ve gone right to his head.