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Last night, Jake had been a bit stingy in offering Sarina the smaller half of a candy bar. This morning, her disappointment deepened into rage as she spied two wrappers, not one, discarded in the kitchen trash. Sarina exploded into a stream of vulgarity and tears, then left for work with no goodbye. Her life with Jake had just produced another question mark.
Anastasia glanced up from her magazine in the dark corner of the cafe. With one swift motion, she hurled her bowl of cappuccino at the velveteen wall and it smashed into a galaxy of porcelain, cinnamon and froth. Today was not her day.
This wouldn’t be the last time Alexander found himself sifting through a trunk in the dimly lit attic for a jewel-encrusted, musical egg. Rain pounded on the roof just beyond the musty eaves as he listened in vain for the faint tune that used to lull him to sleep as a boy.
After years of failed attempts to construct the perfect teddy bear, Nicholas threw open the window of his dilapidated apartment and tossed the fragmented, furry limbs of his broken dreams to the sidewalk below. From there, a thousand doll eyes now gazed back at him, betrayed.