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She opened the door to the refrigerator, her hunger creating a mirage of delicacies on the empty glass shelves. She reached for a plate of bruschetta and mozzarella cheese, her fingernails scraping the glass as the illusion dissolved before her eyes. Then a familiar calling from the restaurant two doors down wafted through her paper thin walls. The aroma was so thick, she could taste the air. This was almost enough.