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... Things involving actual broken bones, actual blood loss, actual near-death experiences that would’ve left scars you could read like Braille.
But... none of it—not a single goddamn thing—was as terrifying as this breakfast table.
The kitchen smelled like coffee, maple syrup, and the distinct atmospheric pressure of a woman who had been awake since 6 AM composing her revenge in pancake form.
Mom stood at the stove with her back to us, and every pancake she ...
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