I noticed all the things that were wrong. The fork that was placed off just slightly. The blanket that was folded unevenly. Rooms that were lit just a little too brightly. Smiles that lacked sincerity. I looked at the glass half empty rather than half full that day; and I didn’t like it one bit.
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