Scene Painted Night:
The clattering echoes when shadows dance.
Protagonist: An average Joe with a penchant for potassium.
Key Moment: A banana slip, a kitchen floor wet from the past, a phone call misconstrued...
Reflection: Sometimes destiny is peel-thin.
In the quiet crevices of my pantry's full moon night, a peel lay dormant — an ambush waiting to break underfoot duty.
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Footsteps Resounding | Why Do We Peel?