I think I'm tired of sitting here. I'm staring at her and impatience is staring at me. It almost feels like I'm sitting on a frying pan. I sit and sizzle and sizzle to only form a crispy outer layer.
And as I waste away from well-done to over cooked. I still sit there, not realizing that I'm being burned. Hmm, what a waste of good food.
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