I woke up the next day to sunlight and birdsong—the kind of peaceful morning that makes you forget the world is on fire half the time. I made coffee. I opened the front door to grab the newspaper.
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Skip to content I woke up the next day to sunlight and birdsong—the kind of peaceful morning that makes you forget the world is on fire half the time. I made coffee. I opened the front door to grab the newspaper.