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      The smell of moussaka filled the apartment, warm and rich, promising a moment of respite. Weary steps grew lighter upon entering the kitchen, where plates were already waiting and wine was slowly being poured into glasses.

      There was no need for unnecessary words—the sound of a spoon cutting through the layers was enough. The first bite, the one that makes you close your eyes for a moment as warmth spreads through the body. Then that quiet sigh, just a hint of satisfaction, and a glance across the table, brief but deep enough to say everything.

      Sometimes home was in words, sometimes in silence, and sometimes, like now, in a bite that brings comfort. Moussaka was on the plate, but also in everything that connects

      us.

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      Maloles Muñoz, Mercedes Minaya Palacios and 2 others
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