The first time it happened, Tom Riley was standing in his kitchen at 7:00 on a Tuesday morning, holding a mug of coffee, and watching a spoon turn.
It was a small spoon. Stainless steel. The kind that comes in a drawer full of matching spoons, none of which are ever matched because one of them always gets lost and another one bends and the rest wear down. This spoon was in a mug of coffee that Tom was stirring because he had forgotten whether he had stirred it already. He had put the spoon in, taken a sip, set the mug down, and when he...
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