No eggs

[mrmokkori]

I am all out of eggs. Or rather, pre-scrambled egg substance. Never do I crave eggs more than when I am out. At least I have beer.

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[anonymous]

He stumbled against the stone step. Reaching out with numb fingers, his hand clutched the rough brick tightly, keeping himself miraculously upright. High overhead, the clouds drifted over the moon lazily, obscuring the pale light and drawing a shadow over the world. He looked up, startled by the sudden darkness, before closing the door soundly behind him and shutting off the harsh stream of warm amber-colored light and laughter abruptly.