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... iff at the long table, barely breathing between bites. Every muscle in their bodies was tight, their hands trembling each time their cutlery scraped against their plates. The food tasted like nothing. Gazes glued to their plates, chewing silently, wishing that the breakfast would just end already.
If only there were a way to fast-forward time. To blink and teleport out of this war-zone of a dining table. Because this table... this table was hell. Every moment was another spike of tension ...
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