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Breakfast is always a hopeful time of the day.
There is comfort in routine: the boil of the kettle, the rustle of the cereal packet, opening the window for rainbow sparkles to scatter across the room.
Darkness is banished to the fringes of the table, to the sliced bananas in the bowl.
Let’s do what we came all the way here for.
Let’s slay the day.
We got this.
Keep the darkness at bay. Keep the darkness at bay. Keep the darkness at bay.