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I head out to breakfast.
I see Charlie sitting at a table laughing with some of his other friends.
I stare at him, admiring his beauty.
He looks over at me and winks, then he looks away.
I get the feeling of butterflies in my stomach, and my cheeks turn into a rosy mess.
I grab a tray and grab some food.
They barely give you any food.
Just enough to survive.
Not enough to fill you up.
There's two main dishes.
If you don't like one, take the other.
If the don't like the other, take the one.
If you don't like either.
Well, too bad.
I grab a bowl of slop that's supposed to be oatmeal. It looks more appetizing than soggy eggs on a burnt piece of toast.
I also hate eggs.
So that doesn't help.

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