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A half dozen eggs lay await in the box. Pan? Check. Stove? On. The clear white slips out a crack and solidifies as hits the hot, black, non-stick surface.
Princess Petunia jumped over the picket fence on her way to the Land of Historicalities. She found her way there.
I see the light at the end of the tunnel. It's glowing too brightly, preventing me from seeing what lies beyond. I can't help but pick up my pace. What could it be? I run now. I'm losing breathe, but I'm almost there. The tunnel lengthens.