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I get the piece of bread I carefully spread the jam, great, looking forward to this, as I enthusiastically pick it up it falls from my hand and wouldn't you know it, it lands on the jammy side onto the floor.
Why does this happen, at moments like this I turn to conspiracy theories, or the unending unfairness to life itself. Or is it the Gods frowning on one for some misdeed. I pick up the slice of ruined bread with all sorts of bits now on it. I am tempted to eat it even in its present tarnished state, but no, I may feel life is unfair but I am not bereft of dignity. Mind you, if I got a knife and just scraped.....
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