In the split second before the crash, a warning flashed through my brain. I am pretty sure I squeezed my eyes shut and waited for the sound of breaking glass, but it was not the glass that broke. Yesterday morning when I opened my cupboard door, a juice glass tumbled from the top shelf. It took a nosedive directly to the counter below. Unfortunately, my just-poured mug of morning coffee took the hit.
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