I pick up one of the toast
and take a bite.
Crunch.
Crunch.
Munch.
The jam has a
popping and loud
taste of berry and
honey fused
together
as one.
It’s pleasing to
the tongue and
deeply delicious.
Suddenly, my eyes
begin to water.
Why am I crying?
Sniffle. Sniffle.
A quick flash of a
image comes to
mind.
I think it was…..
of a charming smile that
belongs to someone other
than I.
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