It was a snug fit, but I managed to pull myself up from the bottom of the lunch box. Continue reading morning coffee // What I Saw at the Top
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morning coffee // What I Saw at the Bottom
“Hello,” I said. “I bet you weren’t expecting to find me here.” I wasn’t. Continue reading morning coffee // What I Saw at the Bottom
morning coffee // The Hole at the Bottom of my Lunch Box
How much time passes at the bottom of a lunch box? Minutes? Hours? None at all?
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morning coffee // Someone’s Eating My Lunch
My lunch is gone. I didn’t eat it.
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