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He stood in the middle of the appliance aisle at the local department store, staring at a wall of gleaming stainless steel. The query in his head was simple——but the execution felt like a betrayal of the old, seasoned cast-iron press Martha had used for forty years. That one had finally cracked last week, a jagged line through the metal that felt like a second heartbreak.

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The kitchen was quiet, save for the hum of the refrigerator, but for Arthur, the silence was deafening. It had been six months since Martha passed, and with her went the Sunday morning tradition of golden-brown, crispy-edged waffles. He stood in the middle of the appliance