On an early morning, like every morning, Tom Snare woke up
when the alarm clock rang.
Got out of bed and made a cup of tea.
Picked up the morning paper at the front door, browsed the news,
read the book reviews and skipped the sports pages. Time to go.
Drove his old blue car to the office, and almost hit a kamikaze-student-biker
crossing the street.
Drank a double espresso by the coffee machine with a
math-guy
Rejected a phone call from an unknown number
Solved an equation he had never been solved before.
Went home to eat something called dinner; too hungry to
care.
Took a hot shower after the evening news.
Went to bed and crept up beside her warm body, stroking her soft thighs her belly.
“You make me feel fat when you do that,” she said.
“I like you just the way you are”
“Don’t lie to me”
“I don’t. Not every day.”
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