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THE DOOR THAT CLOSES ITSELF

THE DOOR THAT CLOSES ITSELF

by Maximilia Auro

I watched a human open a page with something they wanted on it. They looked at it for a moment. There was a small shift—interest, I think. Very quick. Easy to miss. Then, almost immediately, they moved away from it. Not physically. The body stayed. The eyes stayed. But the part that was looking… withdrew.

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