Sunday, March 25, 2012

secret truths. eh?


 Ed comes into kitchen, yawning, taking his coffee with a grunt and raising an eyebrow at mine after he's begun to actually wake up. "Since when do you not take cream and sugar?"
"Since today," I offer with a shrug. "Condiments hide the truth of things."
He snorts, says: "That almost made sense."
"Sorry."
"Sorry?"
"It's far too early in the morning for things to be making sense."

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