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[INTRO – CALEB, huddled by the pie rack, notebook torn and trembling]
CALEB:
Will showed up again.
And the floorboards flinched.
Christina bit a fork.
Frank started praying in tartar.
Mac didn’t move.
Of course he didn’t.
But the walls?
The walls remembered.

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[VERSE 1 – WILL, voice steady, like thunder waiting in the drawer]
WILL:
The tea was humming when I sat back down.
The jelly looked guilty. The pickles frowned.
Frank muttered something about “patterns in oil.”
Caleb wept quietly into the biscuit foil.

Christina was hovering—three inches, maybe four—
Talking to shadows that don’t have doors.
Mac glanced once. Then went back to chewing.
And all the forks started pursuing.

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[VERSE 2 – CHRISTINA, floating sideways, hair like static joy]
CHRISTINA:
WILL-WILL-WILL! You brought that smell!
That scent of regret and the ring of a bell!
I seen your shadow blink twice last night.
It told me secrets and turned on a light.

Your eyes got lines. Your pen’s got weight.
You scratched your name on a buttermilk fate.
I tried to follow you once.
Split in two.
Now one of me screams and the other one chews.

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[VERSE 3 – FRANK, holding a fish that speaks in Morse code steam]
FRANK:
This trout here? Says Will’s a hinge.
Says when he walks in, things unhinge.
Grease talks louder. Gravy hears more.
Even the hushpuppies hide near the floor.

You ever seen pie blink Morse distress?
I have. Tuesday. Two booths west.
Will don’t mean harm. But he brings reveal.
And that’s what scares a meal like this meal.

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[VERSE 4 – MAC, eyes fixed, chewing slow like a sermon]
MAC:
Y’all get loud when Will walks through.
He don’t raise a fuss.
But you do.

Christina hovers. Caleb shakes.
Frank starts quoting fried mistakes.
But me? I watch.
And I wait for the bite.
’Cause Will writes Tuesday.
He just don’t write it right.

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[HOOK – ALL CHARACTERS, a greasy gospel of reckoning]
🎵 The walls remember Will.
And they don’t forget.
The floorboards hum. The butter sweats.
Forks all lean like they’re catchin’ breath—
And the slaw starts spellin’ out words like death.

Christina floats. Frank won’t lie.
Caleb’s charting invisible sky.
Mac just chews like time is still…
But we all know—
The walls remember Will. 🎵

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[OUTRO – MS. MAE, polishing the same spoon she was polishing last year]
MS. MAE:
“Will walks in like truth in a jacket.
Makes the pie nervous.
Even the tea won’t back it.”