The Bright Bulb

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in the fridge

slightly blinds me.

I grab whatever food looks good,

and throw it on the counter.

"what are you doing?"

Ryan asks.

I look up to see

a sincere concern on his face.

"Eating."

"why?"

"Because I'm sad."

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