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She pressed her forehead to its warm chassis. "Every second."

It already had the only thing that mattered: the version of love written in a language of questions, repaired by a girl who refused to let the universe go silent. kcq-yb-yx01-v4.0

"No," Elara said. And for the first time, her voice didn't shake. "You won't." She pressed her forehead to its warm chassis

"When your father forgets your birthday, does your chest feel like collapsing inwards?" kcq-yb-yx01-v4.0

The optic flickered. Amber. Then steady.