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It was the most inauspicious of moments but maybe that is why it happened.

I was sitting in front of a recently demolished breakfast, across from two friends resuming the thread of a conversation I had stepped back from, while I observed two kids wrestling over a soft toy as a group of adults behind them pored over the bill. There were the sounds of the kitchen to the right of me, the crash of cutlery and plates; the authoritative voices of servers and I realised: it was just like before.

Except, it kind of wasn’t.

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