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... ed against it, letting out a long exhale. The chaos of the living room faded, replaced by blessed silence.
The early afternoon light filtered through my half-drawn blinds, casting elongated shadows across the floor. 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢
I crossed to the desk where I’d placed Bartholomew’s terrarium. The immortal snail was methodically devouring a piece of lettuce, his tiny mouth working with relentless determination.
He seemed completely unbothered by the mornin ...
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