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18: They Tug and Tug and Tug

A bite. I can muster a bite. With shaky hands, I grab the fork, residue from dinner still on it, and stab it into the cake. A decent sized bite comes away on the utensil. I don’t think about what it means or signifies as I put the fork in my mouth and press my lips to it wiping it clean as it slides...

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