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First light bled across the cul-de-sac, too gentle for the argument still sitting in Sarah's chest. Her mother's words had the shape of a question her mother hadn't asked.
She drifted to the window — not to see anything, just to stand somewhere that wasn't the kitchen.
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INT. KITCHEN — FIRST LIGHT1.
Light bleeds across the cul-de-sac, too gentle for the argument still sitting in SARAH's chest (early 20s, mid-flinch).
In the doorway, her MOTHER. The shape of a question. Unasked.
MOTHER
(almost not)
Are you going to say it?
SARAH
(without turning)
You first.
She drifts to the window — not to see anything, just to stand somewhere that isn't the kitchen.
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