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I was awoken by the back of your hand moving across my cheek. Your skin, cooler than mine, glided across mine with such ease, my cheek seemed almost to brush it off as though you had done it a million times before. My heart fluttered me more awake, and my eyes parted to find your smile, waiting for me.

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green

my favorite color.

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My fingertips danced over the cold silver, automatically clutching three knives, two big forks and one small. I realized I had been using a small fork for dinner at my parent’s house since I was a teenager. It symbolized my adolescence, and I was still drawn to it. Entering my parent’s house, I instantly became a teenager again and the toxicity of my youth overpowered me all over again. I put down the third fork and picked up one more, larger one. I was an adult now.

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