I took out my box of cereal. I read "Waffle Crisps". I poured the cereal. A few pieces fell out. I poured the milk in afterwords. The milk didn't go into the bowl. It fell on my counter. I cleaned up the milk while listening to my stomach growl at me. I poured the milk, trying more harder to aim into the bowl, and made it go in with no spill. I put the cereal away. I put the milk in the fridge. I grabbed a spoon (fit for a queen) and grabbed my bowl and sat down on the dinner table. I dunked my spoon in to retrieve a spoonful of the cereal back. I ate the cereal. It was sweet. The taste of honey and the crips of a chip. The cereal was good. See you tomorrow cereal
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I still don't know what I'm doing with my life......... :,)
