Uncover the Secret Delicacy Hidden Beneath Our Feet: The Surprising Truth About Eating Around Worms
When we finished, he stood, nodded once, and left as quietly as he had come.
Outside, the cold waited, unchanged, patient, and absolute.
I watched him walk away until the white swallowed him completely, thinking about the frozen fish that had come back to life in the sink, about the worms I had learned to ignore, about how quickly confidence could dissolve when confronted with something truly unfamiliar.
I wasn’t unbreakable. I wasn’t finished becoming who that place required me to be.
I was just a kid who had been cold and hungry and certain he had seen it all, and who had discovered, once again, that he hadn’t.
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