Staring at that burnt pot I forgot on the stovetop has been eating away at me. It's not like I had a big loss or a fight with someone. It's just the lingering smell of charred coffee beans and last night's dinner. How hard would it have been to set a timer or check the kitchen before bed? The fact that it still sits there, mocking me, has become the tiny annoyance that's seeping into my day.

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