The smell of burnt toast filled the kitchen. I had tried to do many things at once. I put bread in the toaster, tossed fruits into the blender for a quick smoothie, rushed into the shower, then came back to iron my clothes. I took a final look at my presentation slides as well. Multitasking, they said, wasn’t for men, but I was running late. I had an important presentation at work and had already slept through several alarms. I scraped off the burnt parts of the toasted bread, gulped it down, took a few sips of the smoothie, and rushed out of the house. My laptop was in one hand, a file in the other with the rest of the smoothie in a covered cup, my phone in my pocket, and barely held on to my car keys as I struggled to lock the front door. I got into my car. It was unlocked. Maybe I had forgotten to lock it the night before. The previous day had been stressful, and I had fallen asleep on the couch, too tired to even change out from my work clothes. I turned the key. The ...
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