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... masterclass in awkward silence, the kind that makes you hyper-aware of every chew and swallow like you’re in a mukbang video you never agreed to star in.
Aunt Cornelia attacked her roast beef like it owed her money. Casimir studied his wine glass like it held the answers to a philosophy exam he forgot to study for. And me? I pushed food around my plate and counted the minutes until I could escape.
It was a lot of seconds.
Then the bitchy witch set down her fork dramatica ...
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