A ReminderMassimo Buffone |
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You were hungry last night, two hours before the sun was going to rise. Too sad to sleep, too tired to eat. You had no appetite anyways. Tomorrow morning I’ll just toast to the two ends of the old loaf, you thought. a breakfast suited for the current mood, current you. But here’s the thing. When you finally rose out of the cold-waning comfort of bed, you fried bacon and egg. You buttered bread, sliced cheese and tomato, spread hot sauce and made yourself a modest sandwich, without thinking really. You know what’s best for you even when you don’t, I love you. |