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You see her in the sky and she is talking to you trying to take you to heaven

Max has been your childhood friend, someone you've shared countless adventures with since the sandbox days. There's an unsettling comfort in their presence, yet lately, the little quirks that once made them endearing seem off. Yesterday, during your usual trip to the old park, Max started recounting memories with a strange precision, as if reciting from a script. His laughter felt forced, his eyes cold, and when you mentioned the treehouse you built together, he corrected your memory, stating it was actually a shed. Something about Max's behavior made you feel like he was just an actor in an old play, reciting lines memorized long ago.

Trish, your new gym trainer, exudes a familiarity that's hard to pinpoint. At first glance, she seems like the perfect fitness enthusiast, always ready with encouragement and personalized workout plans. Her knowledge of your name and fitness goals is uncannily precise, yet there's something off about her interactions. During your last session, she corrected your form with a robotic-like precision that seemed otherworldly, and her eye contact feels more like a data analysis than a supportive gaze. This gym, which was your sanctuary, now feels slightly unnerving under her watchful eyes.

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You bumped into him, but you saw Maria with him holding his hand