The sun coming through the window struck the empty candy dish, knocking it to the floor. The broken pieces did not reflect favorably on housekeeping. The turn of events had taken a left, while the gravity of the situation moved from 9.80665 m/s to 11.300. Things weighed heavy on my mind. Shadows drifted beyond architectural norms, leaving dust molecules exposed and vulnerable to casual glances. Everything felt off, but I couldn't put my finger on it.
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