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I opened my eyes and tried to stand The ringing stopped, it's 8 am. I looked at the kitchen door I want to eat but everything is moving except my feet I'm really tired although I slept I felt like I traveled the world while I was in bed Finally, I'm there standing in the kitchen There's nothing but food, I care. I looked in the fridge I looked in the cupboard I'm sick of sandwiches There must be more choices I thought So there you go scrambled eggs and toast It would have been better if I have blueberries or something more on the toast like beef that I would roast **** i'm late for school.
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Aug 15, 2010
Aug 15, 2010 at 5:29 AM UTC
My breakfast
I opened my eyes and tried to stand The ringing stopped, it's 8 am. I looked at the kitchen door I want to eat but everything is moving except my feet I'm really tired although I slept I felt like I traveled the world while I was in bed Finally, I'm there standing in the kitchen There's nothing but food, I care. I looked in the fridge I looked in the cupboard I'm sick of sandwiches There must be more choices I thought So there you go scrambled eggs and toast It would have been better if I have blueberries or something more on the toast like beef that I would roast **** i'm late for school.
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Aug 15, 2010
Aug 15, 2010 at 5:29 AM UTC
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