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2021-05-02 14:56:54The dining room table is lined generously with food; more food than any of us will be able to finish.
Dish after dish, the tinfoil being peeled off to reveal the pleasantries—pot roast, mashed potatoes, stuffing, salmon, vegetables, what have you. And of course, the turkey—centered on the long table, still intact. Fiona's brother, Ulysses, and William near the turkey to start carving it. Everyone watches with intrigued eyes, talking amongst themselves while salivating. I stand next to Sarah, refusing to look to my right because Sebastian is standing there; I feel his eyes on me.
"You're making it more awkward than it needs to be," Sarah says into my ear.
"What do you mean?"
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