For Dorrito’s Every Flavour Mood Beans.
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Bored
She took a deep breath, calculating a polite escape. She didn’t know what was different. Mum smiled and bustled like always, scolding the twins for sneaking extra pudding. Her brothers reverted to their most childish selves, shouting and shoving and cracking the same old jokes. Dad told fantastic stories, his soft voice lost in the din. But this year she found herself seated on the edge, outside the blur, her mind wandering to school and Dean and newfound applications for extendable ears. When the time came, she excused herself silently, slipping ghost-like up the stairs, back to her own world.
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