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Lightly buttered toasts, with strawberry jam by Andrea Lius
I turned on my side when I heard the gentle flick of the light switch. The sudden brightness of the cool, white overhead fluorescent lights would’ve startled me more had I not only been pretending to sleep. My mother sat on the edge of the bed, holding a bottle of pills. “I don’t have to leave you, you know,” she said. I blinked a couple of times, adjusting to the light. I stared across my bedroom, listening to the whirring noise from inside our…
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Lightly buttered toasts, with strawberry jam by Andrea Lius
I turned on my side when I heard the gentle flick of the light switch. The sudden brightness of the cool, white overhead fluorescent lights would’ve startled me more had I not only been pretending to sleep. My mother sat on the edge of the bed, holding a bottle of pills. “I don’t have to leave you, you know,” she said. I blinked a couple of times, adjusting to the light. I stared across my bedroom, listening to the whirring noise from inside our…
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