Breakfast at Lunchtime DS Maolalai I stretched and made a noise and went out to get croissants from the place on the corner.
I didn’t even know her that well and left her in my flat to do whatever she'd like to -
the air tasted good in the morning like jam on brown bread washed down with a glass of water and I had to queue for a while behind people who were getting lunch during work
when I got back into bed with the bag she simply nibbled them while I kissed her neck and drank coffee
not as in love with the hungover taste of breakfast as I was with the taste of her
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