It’s breakfast. This Danish tastes odd – tastes old? Mom
says
I’m crazy. Just eat and get washed up. She says Stop playing
around.
I stab my fork into these eggs. Stop praying around.
She’s tried to get me out of here before. Chicken! Drown her
out
Chicken and eggs, mother and son reunion. It’s time to go.
June 22
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