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... my wrist constantly as I stirred the frying pan I’d placed on the stove. I didn’t even remember what I had thrown in there, much less whether it was done or not.
Dazed, I was on the verge of dissociating as I waited for the food to cook. Half my mind knew that Maria always made breakfast, and the other half was certain I had to do this myself. In the middle were a bunch of thoughts my exhausted mind couldn’t even piece together.
The sunshine pouring through the window was mockin ...
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