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Then one clip loads and your thumb stops scrolling.

She's on the dance floor. There's a guy behind her. Her hands are up and she's smiling the way she smiles at you. The next video takes a second to register. Then it does.

Your chest does something it has no clean word for. Weeks of late nights, voice memos, confessions you didn't know you had in you - all of it sitting in your inbox while her phone films something you were never supposed to see.