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The silence in the house felt like a physical weight, a thick blanket of isolation that Maya had grown accustomed to over the last two years. She stood in the kitchen, the humming refrigerator the only sound accompanying the rhythmic chop of a knife against a wooden board. She wore a thin white tank top, the cotton stretched tight over her heavy, natural breasts, the fabric nearly translucent where it clung to the peaks of her nipples. Her tiny denim shorts dug into her wide hips, leaving her thick, toned thighs exposed to the stagnant air of the afternoon.