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Monday, 21 November 2016

Making breakfast


I reached out grabbing the smooth plastic bag. The bag is as thin as a piece of paper, I clutch it tight then holding the soft candy-floss like white bread.  I walk towards the shiny silver toaster, however I stumble and trip and then fall on a dirty pink trike then accidentally losing my hand then dropping the piece of bread. I think well 3 second rule so I bend over to find the dogs got to it first. spit flies around the room, "yuck".  

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