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It was a lovely sunday morning. The birds were chirping, and the sun was out. Well, as much as it comes out anyway. I got up, showered, shaved, brushed my teeth and hair. Got dressed, and ventured out into the kitchen to fix up something to eat.

Fuck. There's no eggs.
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( He brushed his hair. . . )

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