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... ered with the kind of disorganized happiness that only a well-loved home could carry.
The scent of sautéed onions and something rich and buttery wafted from the kitchen.
The clatter of utensils, the hum of the exhaust fan, and distant birdsong filtered through open windows, wrapping the house in a cocoon of life.
Near the dining table—nestled between a narrow hallway and the kitchen—a young girl sat with her arms crossed, her black hair tied into messy twin tails, her che ...
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