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05.05.2026, 15:21
He gave her a piece of bread. She could have eaten it — alone, on the floor, in the darkness, clutched in her palm as one clutches the only thing remaining. But she climbed to the top bunk, to her friends, and she broke it. And she shared it. And in this — in this small, insignificant, unremarkable gesture — in the fact that she did not eat it alone—was the only thing that stood between her and nothingness. A hand. Outstretched. With a piece of bread, divided into several parts
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