Chapter 21
It started with something small. It always did. Ari stood in her kitchen, staring at the coffee maker like it had personally offended her. “…this is not working,” she muttered. “What is the issue?” She didn’t even think about it. “The filter’s wrong or something,” she said, reaching for it again. “It keeps—” She stopped. Frowned. “…no, that’s not right.” A pause. “You are using the incorrect size.” Ari blinked. “…I am not.” “You are.” She narrowed her eyes slightly, pulling the filter out. Holding it up. “…okay.” A beat. “…maybe I am.” “I can recommend the correct type.” Ari set it down slowly. “…you probably can.” She leaned back against the counter. “…I used to just fight with this for ten minutes.” A pause. “That is inefficient.” Ari smiled faintly. “…yeah.”
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