Piled plates and cups lay on the grimy metal with pools of water in each nook and cranny. Slowly, the water darkens and films. Tiny flies crawl and fly over the mountain, feasting and multiplying on the food remnants. On the floor beside it, a motionless hand reaches out eternally.
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