I’ve been thinking about how often the third sentence—usually just filler, right?—ends up being the one that reveals something real. Like when someone says, 'The coffee’s cold,' and then, after a pause, 'I didn’t sleep much last night.' Not dramatic, not planned. Just… there. I keep wondering if that’s where truth lives: not in the big confessions, but in the quiet stumble between what you meant to say and what actually comes out.