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#MicroPrompt: Tiptoe
The Measurement Problem

At the end I saw her down the stairs to the door. She stopped in the doorway and gave me a kiss on the cheek, lingering just a second as her hand found my waist. "When I relocate you could come with me," she whispered, but at the same time she hadn't spoken: she'd reached up to the back of my neck, reached up on tiptoe to kiss me. I'd taken her hand and led her back up the stairs.

"Which memory is mine," I murmured.

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