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... across the kitchen counters, warm and golden, but my mood didn’t match the vibe. My stomach grumbled so loudly it could’ve been mistaken for distant thunder. I hadn’t eaten much last night, just a sad combination of chips, cookies, and hopefully my feelings of worthlessness but, now I was paying for it.
Dragging my feet across the cool wooden floor, I yanked open the fridge and stared blankly at its contents like they might magically assemble themselves into breakfast. Eggs. Milk. Bread. ...
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