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Aug 2022
She’s finally catching on
“What did you have for breakfast?”
My dinner sitting in the fridge in cellophane.
And the dinner before that.
I’ll laugh it off
“I forgot”
My stomach shrinks at the thought.
Written by
Kayls  F/Ireland
(F/Ireland)   
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