[ Be Quiet, and Listen to Me ]
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I got back up.
Took the empty cigarette pack.
Placed it on the floor.
One by one, I put the glass shards inside.
A small sound.
Clink… clink…
Done.
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Yuna came out of the bathroom.
A towel wrapped around her body.
Her hair still wet.
Water droplets falling to the floor.
"Papa…"
"What?"
"I'm sorry…"
"Quiet."
Yuna fell silent.
She looked down.
Her small shoulders slumped.
She walked away.
Into the small room.
To change clothes.
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I grabbed a rag.
Wiped up the spilled coffee.
Slowly.
Following the line of liquid that had already started to dry.
Done.
I folded the carpet.
Lifted it up.
Tossed it into the shower room.
Splash.
Splash.
Splash.
Water hit it.
The brown stain faded.
I wrung it out.
Threw it into the dryer.
The machine spun.
…
Done.
I hung it up to dry.
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Back to the futon.
I lay down.
Facedown.
Yuna came over.
Her steps were slow.
She sat beside me.
Her hand touched the sole of my foot.
