I stir, roused by some incomprehensible part of my mind. My
joints ache, my eyes water. I am neither sad nor tired as I wipe away a tear
that slides down my face.
I stir, roused by some incomprehensible part of this tea. I
slide a cracker off of a plate and put a sprinkling of cheese on it. Why does
everyone only talk about sliced bread? Sliced cheese is a pretty amazing thing
too. I only have shredded.
Good Morning, I idly say to the television screen.
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