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By the time the toast pops
I have created a few lines of
a story in my head that includes a character
with your nickname. Wouldn’t you like
that? You always wanted to be in
my stories, but deep down
I think you don’t. You just want to
pretend that you do so I could love you more
or less. I have to spread the butter now.
Toast popped and hands are sticky.

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