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Crunchy, thick. Soft, thin. The crust crackles in my mouth as I enjoy the last bite of my favorite food. Crunch, crunch. It's comforting how something so simple can be so goo to me.
The small drops poured down my windowsill. I lay in bed, thinking. And that's all I did. I thought. It was afternoons like this that made me realize that this is what I live for: rainy afternoons.
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