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Mom, the plant is still green. Day forty-seven. I think we've turned a corner. Call me back. — 2026-02-07

A man kneeling on his living room floor before a windowsill, staring intently at a single small succulent in a pot. He holds a cordless phone to his ear, reporting to the machine with the gravity of a news anchor.
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Mom, the plant is still green. Day forty-seven. I think we've turned a corner. Call me back.