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A thin sheet of yellowish white paper rest on the top of a kitchen counter. Mikey picked it up, reading it aloud.

Hey, Mikey

     I'm going out for a bit. I've already packed breakfast for the day in the lunchbox beside this note. I will return home around the end of your shift.

Love,
Mom

Mikey smiled and left it on the table before starting his day. Literally, it was midnight.

~

(An hour ago)

Mikey's mother stood right by a kitchen counter, grabbing a pen and writing in paper. "Love... Mom..." she said aloud, reading as she wrote. She put the pen down and turned around.

"I so sorry, Love," a man said, and it was the last few words she heard before a vibrating hand fell straight through her heart.

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