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    Breakfast Alone

    “I tire so easily now, It must be the weather” She knew it wasn’t the weather.  It was her life. So mundane and full of redundant days and ridiculous people. He looked at her over the top of the newspaper with disdain. At least, he showed a little interest in her this morning, eyes staring from behind the Great Tire Sale Event sprawled across the back page. Married thirty years and it had come to this. One sided conversations about nothing. When had the spark died? Had there ever really been one or had she just married for safety and financial stability. After all, he was a pre-med student, such…