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Time has come today, a moment to seize, Embrace the present, let go of unease. Each passing second, a chance to explore. To live in the now, to forever adore. For in this precious moment, life's beauty we restore.
The next morning, the interns stood outside the bathroom door, Izzie having locked herself inside.
"Izzie, Izzie, come on." Alex called out.
"Okay, she's been in there all night, we have to do something."
"Yeah." All interns agreed, Amory with her eyes closed as she thought through the situation.
"Why are you all looking at us?" The dirty blonde complained, making Amory's eyes open to find her friends staring at her and Meredith.
"Well, this is familiar territory for you two," Cristina explained, Amory's brows furrowing.
"How is this familiar to me?" She asked.
"Well, your parents are practically dead since you don't talk to them so..."
"There is nothing familiar about this. Unfamiliar. Denny died. The man she loved died." The dirty blonde responded.
"Yeah, unfamiliar territory. And why me? I'm happy and nice and... and smiley!" Amory's voice became high-pitched.
"Yeah, but you know how to deal with dark and twisty. You make dark and twisty... light and, and.. fluffy." The Asian woman explained, making Amory let out a light chuckle. "See?"
"Dark and twisty?" Meredith complained.
"The mother with Alzheimer's thing and the father you don't talk to," Cristina explained.
"And the tequila thing and the inappropriate men," Alex added.
"You are dark and twisty inside, Meredith, and now Izzie is too," George told her.
"So now, all of a sudden, I'm the president of people with crappy lives?" The owner of the house complained.
"We need to do something. I'm... I'm going in there." George answered.
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As the three girls sat in the kitchen, Meredith made sandwiches.
"Why are we making sandwiches?" Cristina asked, flipping through a magazine.
"It's what you do when someone dies. You cook." The dirty blonde answered.
"Yeah, I know what to do when someone dies. I am a Jew, I know food and death. It's Shivah." The Asian woman told her.
"Is it Shivah even if she's catholic?" Amory butted in.
"Well, Shivah's what I know what to do, so yeah, it's Shivah. But if we're sitting Shivah for Denny then we should order in, because making sandwiches is not the same as cooking."
