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Each file was a shard of a life. A playlist.txt mapped late-night moods across years. A scanned ticket stub to a band the finder had long loved rekindled past summers. An old PDF manual contained handwritten margin notes — jokes, arrows, and a heart drawn next to a paragraph about the importance of making art. The personal bits were quiet and real: a folder labeled "Recipes" with a single document, "Grandma’s Tomato Sauce.txt," written in an impatient, loving tone that demanded a fourth cup of basil.