Friday makes a (triumphant?) return.
The metallic clicking of your fork against your plate, the sound of your breathing - loud, through your nose - while you chew. I feel my blood pressure rising, a thrumbing in my temples. You're oblivious, enjoying your toast (rye) and eggs (scrambled.)
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Ooh, this is a deep one! I'm getting some serious mental pictures...breezy kitchen, stony silences, icy glares, robin's egg blue dishes...yeah. Very visual.
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