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... the kitchen window. The smell of toast and fried eggs lingered in the air, something I had cooked to perfection.
Belle sat across from me, poking at her food with the end of her fork like she was deciding whether to eat it or let it die on its own.
Her hair was tied in a loose ponytail, strands escaping in all directions, the picture of someone who could sleep through an earthquake and still somehow look composed afterward.
We ate in an easy, quiet rhythm. The world outsi ...
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