Posted by HPLaserJet on November 5, 2009, 2:17 pm
Last night, I was at her apartment. She asked me to be there. She likes my company. She was cooking pancakes. I sat on the couch. I talked. She talked. The apartment was filled with the smell of pancakes cooking. Her boyfriend came over. We talked. I like him. He likes me. I left. As I was leaving, he was going into the kitchen to embrace her. The stack of pancakes is for him. I walk through the lobby, out onto the street, towards my car. I look up at the sky. The stack of pancakes is for him.



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