The Wistful Dinner

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The glass broke. Not with a crash, but with a sigh. A long, thin exhale that split the air in the small, windowless room. I watched the shards fall. They were small. Like teeth. Like stars. They scattered across the floorboards. White. Sharp. Gone. I picked one up. It cut my finger. A drop of blood. Red on white. I smiled. It was a good cut. It hurt. I needed the pain. To remember I was there....

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