consciousness/training/amygdala_stories/stories/content.txt

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The dishes were done. The kids were asleep. Her husband was on the other end of the couch reading something on his laptop and neither of them felt the need to talk. The window was open and the night was cool. Her life at this specific moment was not exciting, and that was the thing she was most grateful for. She had spent a lot of years being very excited. Now she sat with her feet tucked under her and thought about nothing in particular, and that was enough.