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amygdala stories: relabel + strengthen weak-signal concepts

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Reread each story asking "what does this convey to me?" Found two
clear mislabels and several concepts with too few positives for
stable PCA:

  tender: only 1 story, and it was anticipatory grief (care for
    a dying dog), not tender. Moved to anticipatory_grief.txt as
    its own concept. Rewrote tender.txt + added 2 paired tender
    stories (the_doorway, the_undressing) — directed softness,
    gentle-by-nature, not gentle-because-fragile.

  bitter: letter_in_drawer/bitter was disillusioned / processed
    hurt ("did not slam the drawer"), not bitter. Rewrote it with
    actual sour grudge. Added the_long_meeting/bitter (watching
    colleague take credit for your reassigned work).

  peaceful: 1 story → 4 (added stories/peaceful.txt + paired
    park_after_rain, sunday_afternoon).

  onto_something: all 3 stories were code epiphanies, narrowing
    the concept. Added stories/onto_something.txt with a non-code
    pattern-click (sales-demo causing churn).

  terrified: 2 stories, both "waiting for bad news." Added
    kitchen_at_3am/terrified — acute threat-in-the-house terror.
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The old dog's back legs had been worse this week, and she was gentle with him getting up onto the couch — lifting his rear end the last few inches, her hand under his ribs the way she'd learned didn't hurt him. He sighed as he settled and she pressed her forehead against his and stayed there a minute. His breath was warm on her face. She rubbed his ear, the soft floppy one he liked, with the exact slowness that meant to him what it meant. She was not yet ready to think about the fact that this was a finite number of times. Right now it was just this, his ear, her hand, the afternoon.
Her hair had come loose in her sleep and one strand was between her parted lips, moving slightly with her breathing. He hooked it gently with one finger and lifted it away, the backs of his knuckles grazing her cheek. She did not wake. He stayed with his hand there a moment longer than he needed to, feeling the warmth coming off her skin, then got up carefully and went to start the coffee. He was trying not to make any noise.