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Chapter 1:He awoke to the smell of grease coagulating on the darkened stove-top.The kitchen was as dirty as a prison cell.Hard,dry crust entered his lips and down his slimy tongue into the great abyss
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He struggled to open his eyes. He stumbled down the stairs. The kitchen was a mess. He maneuvered to the toaster and ate dry toast.
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He woke up, went down the stairs, and ate toast in the dirty kitchen.
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| Why don't you just forget this and go on the Net? It's not like this is going anywhere. I wouldn't be expecting a Pulitzer if I were you. | |
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