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... chen. Spiced eggs, freshly baked bread, and brewing black coffee. Good stuff.
He wore a white kurta and pajamas, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He cracked another egg into the pan and glanced over his shoulder, smiling softly at the sight of Marta. She was walking across the space, adjusting to the new rhythm of her prosthetic legs. In her hand was a textbook.
He smiled. Going to school, getting a small haircut, reading and studying at home, Marta had come a long way. Almos ...
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