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Eggs are weird, but I eat them anyway. Toast gets burnt, and I call it flavor. The milk’s expired, but not too expired. Coffee’s bitter, but so am I. Breakfast is simple, until it’s not. Sometimes, it’s the best part of the day.
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Nov 30, 2024
Nov 30, 2024 at 4:10 PM UTC
Breakfast Thoughts
Eggs are weird, but I eat them anyway. Toast gets burnt, and I call it flavor. The milk’s expired, but not too expired. Coffee’s bitter, but so am I. Breakfast is simple, until it’s not. Sometimes, it’s the best part of the day.
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Nov 30, 2024
Nov 30, 2024 at 4:10 PM UTC
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