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IT'S JUST BREAKFAST
"Look... I'm making eggs. There's no deeper meaning to anything I'm doing here. It's breakfast. Plain and simple."
"But Henry, it's our first breakfast after spending the night together."
"Cindy. It doesn't mean anything, okay?"
"You’ve always sent me home all the other nights. Last night was different."
"Did you see the snow? I couldn't send you home in that."
"See, Henry. You do care."
"Of course I care, Cindy. I'm not going to have you stranded in a snow storm on my conscience."
"Always the romantic; right Henry?"
"Look outside. You're not going anywhere today, either."
"Anything you say, Henry. Could I wear one of your t-shirts and a pair of sweatpants?"
"Of course. You can even take a shower after I fed you breakfast."
"And a movie a little later?"
"Fine Cindy. Drag it out of me. Would you like to move in with me?"
"But Henry, this is so sudden and unexpected. I'll tell you my answer after I take a shower. Care to join me?"
This story was hand-written on 11/21/08.
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