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The song reverberates in her chest. She can only hear it distantly. It makes the world around her seem rosy, like some filtered light is shining over her skin and the walls, painting everything the softest pink. She pulls the blanket further up, tucking it underneath her chin. When she looks at her phone it’s with such terrible fondness, soft eyes, hands curled around it gently like they might curl in someone else’s hand. If the song reverberates the text tone overwhelms, fills the senses with joy before she even reads the message.