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... al mouthful of mashed potatoes around my plate, avoiding Aunt Mathilde's overly insistent gaze. The fork scraped against the porcelain, a sound that drilled into my temples. Since their return from vacation, the atmosphere had been... stifling. As if their kindness was an additional weight to bear.
"Have you been taking your medication regularly?" she asked, her eyebrows slightly furrowed.
I looked up, a flat smile already in place. An automatic, rehearsed response.
"Yes, ...
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