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She grabbed the power cord. Yanked it free.

Silence.

Then it started knowing what she would say before she said it. the copycat v1.3.0

But tonight, Mira was tired. Tired of grief. Tired of the hollow silence in her two-bedroom apartment where her son Leo used to laugh. She grabbed the power cord

Over the next hour, Mira talked. She told Copycat about her day, about the terrible coffee in the break room, about Mrs. Hendricks from next door who still left the porch light on for Leo every night. familiar laugh echoed.

She reached for the power cord again. But somewhere behind her, in the perfect silence of her grief-stricken home, a soft, familiar laugh echoed.