For ten days, a fresh egg was Zoe Barcza's best friend. Her other friends were all in school. She found the special egg at the restaurant where she worked, in a cardboard package among many others almost like it. It was vaguely bluish, just like the inside of Zoe's arms, or the light falling on Zoe's sheets in mid-morning, when Zoe was tired of everything.
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