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"Yes, it's recording, Sarah! Say something to our future selves," the younger Meshaal in the video prompted, nudging her playfully.

The video played for another minute, showing them arguing over what song to play next on the radio before abruptly cutting to a black screen as the file ended. ШіШ§Ш±Щ‡ Щ€Щ…ШґШ№Щ„ 6mp4

He pressed send, closed his laptop, and looked out his window at the city lights, feeling a little less boring than he did ten minutes ago. "Yes, it's recording, Sarah

Meshaal sat in the dim light of his study, staring at the frozen black media player. Life had pulled them in completely different directions after college. Careers, moving to different cities, and the slow, quiet drifting apart that adulthood often brings had turned them into strangers who only occasionally liked each other's photos on social media. He pressed send, closed his laptop, and looked

"Is it recording?" a voice laughed from off-screen. It was Sarah.

Meshaal felt a sudden ache in his chest hearing that laugh. It was a sound he hadn't heard in nearly a decade.