Some nights look harmless. Too ordinary to matter, too quiet to change anything, yet they carry the weight of a decision you almost didn’t make. One teaspoon. Half a cup. A strip of foil glinting on a doorknob. A banana disappearing beneath the soil. Tiny, almost foolish gestures that nudge the scale, soften the chest, and keep fear just far enoug… Continues…
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