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The old photographs spread out on the table, a reminder of their shared past. Emma was narrating their summer camping trip, focusing on the beautiful sunsets and the bonding experiences. A knot formed in Clara’s throat.

“You're conveniently leaving out the part where we almost starved, Emma,” Clara said, her voice strained. Emma paused, her smile wavering.

Clara remembered the lost food, the dwindling supplies, the gnawing hunger. It was not a romantic escape. It was a stressful ordeal. She felt a burning need to set the record straight.

She picked up a photo, her fingers tracing the faded image of a campfire.

“I remember the constant feeling of hunger,” Clara said, her voice gaining strength. She would not let the reality be glossed over and replaced with a fantasy.