Orange Juice
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miltonpigeon I have a compulsion to write.
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We were having breakfast that morning,

Orange Juice

We were having breakfast

that morning,

and I was chewing too loud;

the eggs had too much salt,

the bacon was overcooked,

and the toast was cold.

You asked me if we

had any orange juice:

there wasn't any.

You asked me if I'd go

get some.

I said yes.

All the stores were fresh out,

so I had to go to the next town

over.

When I arrived home,

I tried to turn

the doorknob,

but it was locked;

my key didn't work

anymore.

I knocked, and there

was no answer.

I sat down on

the steps with

the carton

beside me.

I stayed there for days,

and you never left the house

(maybe you were already gone).

I guess I took too long to get

orange juice.

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