for breakfast, is it?
i yell
up the stairs.
it's twelve noon.
french toast?
or eggs?
nothing for me she
says.
i'm on a diet.
maybe i'll stop for
a donut or two
after my run.
okay, pick me up
a pie if you could.
i'll be at the gym
when you get home.
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