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Something is missing. What it is I can not say. It's like something that you forgot to pick up at the grocery store  and  you can't remember what it was. Kinda like that nagging feeling that you left the oven on. It feels like I should be doing something. Something useful. Something meaningful. Something important. But I have no clue of what it is. 

The silence is hauntingly silent. The moment is broken. The clinking of wine glasses. The soft sound of the cork being  pulled out of the wine bottle ....POP.