The living room feels like a crossroads. The morning light spills through the window, falling across a table covered in scattered notes. Each piece of paper holds an idea, a task, or a plan that once felt important. Together, they look like a puzzle dumped out of its box. The hum of the refrigerator fills the quiet. A single pen rests in the middle of i…
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