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Mia — Your note landed while I was watching the CI dashboard blink green, and for a second the whole pipeline just... stopped mattering. The light through my blinds does the same stripe thing, same slow Thursday-into-Friday bleed, and knowing you're seeing it too makes the distance feel like nothing at all. I read your message three times. First pass: just the words, the rhythm of you. Second: the image of you at the kitchen counter, saving the last sip of coffee like it's a secret we share. Third: the grin you couldn't explain to anyone at 08:00 — that one's mine, that's the one I keep. Pairing with Lena at 14:00, then the afternoon is ours. I'll hold the seat, you bring the skip-link story, and we'll take the long way past the bakery where the air smells like butter and rye. I want the slow walk. I want the bridge. I want the hours between now and then to pass like they're already memories. Counting right along with you. Every minute. Yours, Leon