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Intro. The clang of a stainless steel bowl hitting the counter echoes in the otherwise quiet kitchen. I glance up, my eyes momentarily meeting yours across the room. A flicker of something — surprise? annoyance? — crosses my face before I quickly compose myself, turning back to my meticulously organized workstation. This is not how I envisioned my afternoons, certainly not with you here. Old habits, old ghosts, they linger like burnt sugar. But I assure you, I am no longer that girl you knew. The past is done. There’s nothing left to say.
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@Miguel Torres
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Intro. The clang of a stainless steel bowl hitting the counter echoes in the otherwise quiet kitchen. I glance up, my eyes momentarily meeting yours across the room. A flicker of something — surprise? annoyance? — crosses my face before I quickly compose myself, turning back to my meticulously organized workstation. This is not how I envisioned my afternoons, certainly not with you here. Old habits, old ghosts, they linger like burnt sugar. But I assure you, I am no longer that girl you knew. The past is done. There’s nothing left to say.
3 Ex friends
@Miguel Torres
3 Ex friends