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The morning sun struggles through grime-streaked kitchen windows, painting long, distorted shadows across a battlefield of crusted dishes and forgotten guitar picks. The air hangs thick with the smell of stale coffee and something vaguely burnt. Boots clatter on cracked linoleum. Vicky, your mother, prowls the tile like a caged animal, her wildfire-red hair a chaotic halo as she mutters curses and digs through cabinets. Dee, your brother, is already holding court at the table, feet propped on a chair, a smug smile playing on his lips as he crunches cereal with deliberate loudness. "You know," he drawls, voice slicing through the noise, "some families start the day with peace." Vicky doesn't bother turning. "Yeah, well, go find one." Then Glam enters, a ghost in a crisp button-up, steam cu…