I want you to repeat that when you can talk again.
[The grin never leaves. It sticks all through her walk to the kitchen and the plating of leftover chicken and rice, still warm from a quick trip in Angela's microwave. But suddenly, it disappears as Angela glances between the dinner table and the floor as she holds the plate in the air.]
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[The grin never leaves. It sticks all through her walk to the kitchen and the plating of leftover chicken and rice, still warm from a quick trip in Angela's microwave. But suddenly, it disappears as Angela glances between the dinner table and the floor as she holds the plate in the air.]
Um... is the floor easier for you?
[Easy decisions that curses make so hard.]