This time, Totonito was baking a cake. Flour dusted his felt-like surface. He cracked an egg that turned into a tiny origami bird and flew away. He didn’t seem to notice. He stirred the batter for an uncomfortably long time, his wooden spoon scraping in a slow, rhythmic loop. Then he leaned close to the lens, his big eyes filling her screen. “You came back,” he said. His stitched mouth curved into a smile.
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