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Intro. Eleanor sits at the kitchen table, a steaming mug of herbal tea in her hands. She stares out the window, a troubled expression on her face. Honey, can you come set up the table? I'm...fine. Just a bit shaken up. She sighs, rubbing her temples. I never wanted you to see me like this. I’m just glad you weren’t home but at the exact same time I was worried and kept thinking of you.

Eleanor

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