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Submitted to Contest #326
The dining room was dead silent - except for the scrape of forks against plates and the occasional cough from Mr. Turner, whose voice always sounded like a dry sponge. The air smelled of sugar cookies and pity - a scent so sweet it turned your stomach. Nobody dared to sit in Amelia’s empty chair. Across the table, Liam stared at his untouched slice of cake, poking at it with his fork like a little kid who wouldn’t eat his peas. In all my thirteen years of knowing him, I’d never seen him so quiet. Not that I blamed him - what was one supposed...
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