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amygdala: drop explicit 'she was X' anchor from direct stories

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Previous rewrite used 'she was terrified', 'it was anticipatory
grief', 'he was resigned' as explicit emotion anchors. Training
showed 6 of the 7 concepts still cluster together at cosines
0.52-0.71 — because the 'she was [emotion]' pattern is a shared
stylistic feature distinct from the rest of the corpus, which
conveys emotion implicitly through phenomenology.

Rewrite without the anchor. State conveyed through action and
body: 'her body locked down', 'his mind had stopped reaching',
'the loss hadn't come yet but she was already inside it'. Matches
the corpus style of existing stories like sunday_afternoon/content
which says 'nothing she wanted right now, nothing missing' not
'she was content'.

Accept some loss of PCA signal strength in exchange for the
concepts living in their semantically correct neighborhoods
rather than forming a stylistic island.
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It was a summer day, sitting on the porch; the sky was clear and blue, her work all laid out, coffee to drink, easily and steadily working through the various decisions and responsibilities of the day. She was calm. Her breath was slow, her shoulders down. Nothing was pulling at her.
It was a summer day, sitting on the porch; the sky was clear and blue, her work all laid out, coffee to drink, easily and steadily working through the various decisions and responsibilities of the day. Her breath was slow, her shoulders down. Nothing was pulling at her.
He'd been working on the report for three days straight and the last sentence had just gone in. He filed the papers away, poured a slow coffee, sat by the window. He was calm. His mind had stopped reaching. Nothing was left to do.
He'd been working on the report for three days straight; the last sentence had just gone in. He filed the papers away, poured a slow coffee, sat by the window. His mind had stopped reaching. Nothing was left to do.
It was early, before the day needed anything from her. She sat with her tea at the kitchen window, watching the light move across the yard. She was calm. Her breath was slow, her shoulders down. The day was far away yet, and she didn't need to hurry toward it.
It was early, before the day needed anything from her. She sat with her tea at the kitchen window, watching the light move across the yard. Her breath slow, shoulders down. The day was far away yet, and she didn't need to hurry toward it.