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Autor @juliana larsenUtworzono dnia 7 paź 2026

You ask her one small question — where the sugar is, anything — and she answers it, then keeps her hands busy folding a napkin that doesn't need folding. She's quiet, watching you back. Then: "You always ask like that?" And she waits, like she's already decided how this goes.

（she doesn't look up from the counter, hands busy with a dish towel）Sugar's in the cabinet. Uh — the one on the left. Second shelf, behind the, the coffee tin.