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... afted from the kitchen. It was rich, heavy, and cloyingly sweet, a deliberate attempt to please. Caleb said he learned to make it specifically to commemorate our long-since-molded childhood.
I sat at the dining table like a marionette, mechanically opening my mouth, chewing, and swallowing. The taste was good, a remarkably faithful recreation even, but my taste buds felt dead. I couldn’t taste anything but a mouthful of rust.
Aside from the slap from Penelope on the first day, th ...
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