I'm stuck in a romance between toast for breakfast and toast for dinner.
I was late for class again. When I arrived I rushed to a seat and started taking notes like everyone else. Soon I realized the course
was a study of my ex-boyfriend and his life. It took me by surprise. I recognized the teacher's voice and sure enough it was his
best friend. He was wearing his winter jacket and scarf like being in front of students chilled him. I started feeling warm and nauseous. I wanted to leave, but also ask a question. Probably everyone expected me to. I raised my arm. What did he eat for dinner last night? Steak. Did he prepare it himself? No.
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this is beautiful and funny and very very honest. can't wait to read some more
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