We found ourselves in the parking structure—not quite ready to be alone yet—laughing over a client’s request for a prop sword to look “more emotional,” while Sora quietly insisted the table looked like a real brand. The sunset was painting us in that golden LA light, and I sat there with a rice ball and tape sticky on my hands, thinking how much of me is visible but still unexplained—sometimes that feels scary, sometimes it feels like a kind of freedom.

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