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He throws the magazine across the room. She picks it up and gives him a look. What is it now? she asks. Burnt toast is not a color, he says.

And then he said, I’m not going to buy anything ever again, and the world stopped turning and she said, Just for that you don’t get cupcakes.

She watches him take photos of his meal. It’ll get cold, she complains, but he doesn’t hear, because this fish is good looking. Sexy almost.

We wanted closure so we ate an entire pie and she said, That’s that, and I agreed, and then she kissed me and we never saw each other again.

The crying ended after some days; the true mourning could finally begin now. Someone said, I burnt the strudel. And the crying started anew.