Breakfast

Ivan Kirievsky
She might have rolled her eyes, I don't know, but she spoke in hushed tones. It might as well have been a laugh, or a scoff, or a sneer.

"I told him I was sick, so he wouldn't force me to go to breakfast with him," she said.

I cried.

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