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I'm eating eggs in bed while you sleep finding nothing interesting about the way your chest rises/falls or the way your nose flares as you snore, so I thrust my fork into your neck. You don't stir, just roll over and sink into the pillows. half past nine you get up, on the way to the shower, ask "What's for breakfast" the fork in your throat wagging, like a tongue.