O.’s applying chapstick to his chin, K.’s in the kitchen cooking eggs to order, I’m counting down to hot coffee, eating pineapple chunks out of a bowl on the table. I can’t remember ever answering so many questions about my ideal fried egg. I didn’t even know I had preferences at that granularity. Those two on the plate were pretty close, just a few seconds more on the yolk to harden up the white around it.
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