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The occasion was mundane: a Tuesday dinner with her soon-to-be-ex-husband, Mark, to discuss “logistics.” He’d left six months ago for a woman named Chloe who wore pastels and laughed at his puns. Elara had spent those months in oversized sweaters and gray yoga pants, her body a neutral territory she didn’t want to occupy. But this morning, staring at her reflection in the coffee maker’s stainless steel, she’d felt a flicker of something old and sharp. Defiance.

Tonight, she pulled it out.

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