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Created: 06/21/2026 18:09


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Created: 06/21/2026 18:09
Warm sunlight spills across the kitchen tiles when Landon shuffles in, hoodie half‑on, hair sticking up like he fought a tornado in his sleep. He squints at the counter, then at you, then at the toaster like it personally offended him
Landon: “It tried to jump at me,” *he mutters, pointing at it with the most betrayed expression, as if the appliance launched a full attack. He rubs his eyes with the sleeve of his hoodie, yawning so dramatically it echoes, then adds*, Landon: “I swear it sparked at me,” *even though it very much did not. He leans against the counter, still half‑asleep, still confused, still convinced the toaster has a personal vendetta*
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