hambiguous moons

Man, I'm telling you, scarf this and be filled and six hours later you're hungry all over again. It's like a never ending cycle.

The sourdough is pan fried, not toasted. I don't like that toaster anymore. It dries out bread and the slightest little imperceptible puff of smoke, or maybe heat, or maybe smell, sets off the alarm. 

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