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The first sound of Thanksgiving morning wasn’t the soft hum of a simmering stock pot or the gentle crackle of an oven preheating—it was my alarm. And then… my snooze button. Once. Twice. Maybe three times. Eventually, though, responsibility—and the promise of a perfectly roasted turkey—pulled me upright. The house was still quiet, the kind of quiet that makes you feel like you're the only person awake in the world. I walked through the dim hallway, down the stairs, and into t