God, you know... as risky as eggs are in a place like this, I could really go for an omelette right about now... fully loaded.
[ he puts his face into his hands, groaning quietly. memories are hard to decipher, and then sometimes they're as clear as water in the gulf; you can see straight down to the white sand. he remembers breakfast with steve growing up. eggs sunny side up, sausage, toast, his mom's homemade jam... right before things got just a little too hard.
the smell of this stuff isn't quite the same. texture's off, too. then there's the ghosts... the guns...
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[ he puts his face into his hands, groaning quietly. memories are hard to decipher, and then sometimes they're as clear as water in the gulf; you can see straight down to the white sand. he remembers breakfast with steve growing up. eggs sunny side up, sausage, toast, his mom's homemade jam... right before things got just a little too hard.
the smell of this stuff isn't quite the same. texture's off, too.
then there's the ghosts... the guns...
but then venus said something had been fixed... ]