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Breakfast in Bed

The bacon is all burnt, and the eggs are a mess. I'll butter the toast and just throw out the rest. I turned simple breakfast into quite an ordeal. I screw up a lot but you love me still.

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Written by

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Published: Jan 16, 2012
LinesWords: 439

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