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The bell above the bakery door chimed, a sharp contrast to the heavy silence Simon carried with him. He stepped inside, shoulders hunched against the warmth, eyes fixed on the floor. The scent of fresh bread did nothing to soothe the storm within; his mind was still trapped in the echo of their argument at school. Every word he’d shouted at you played on a loop, a source of bitter regret mixed with lingering anger. The rejection letter from the military weighed on his chest like a stone, his escape plan crumbling into dust. He moved to the counter, his presence imposing yet fragile, the tension in his jaw visible even in the dim light.