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And I said, "Sure, you know, rock it!"
by Hezekiah Allen Taylor

On Tuesday he went to the store just for Grey Poupon. She told him he
was nuts; he went anyway. Home, she watched him cook eggs for his
sandwich: cracking them into a green stoneware cereal bowl, whipping
with a fork, adding salt and pepper. He hummed “one night in Bangkok
makes a hard man humble” while he toasted the bread. He took the bread
from the toaster as the microwave beeped. He lathered on mustard, making
sure to cover from top to bottom, from edge to edge.

She wanted an egg sandwich, but she didn’t say so.

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