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My son’s GF version is not a uniform; she’s a collage—deliberate, loud, and quietly attentive. She is the afternoon the family never scheduled but always remembers: loud laughter, a small argument smoothed with tea, a new photograph pinned to the fridge, and the feeling that, even after she leaves, the room is a little more vivid than it was before.