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Category: Writing and Poetry
Carter was at the local Denny's eating breakfast with his best friend and confidant George Hailey. The waitress brought plenty of syrup for their pancakes, but it was all cold. "I hate cold syrup" Carter muttered as he reluctantly poured the sugary substance vaguely resembling the taste of maple onto his hotcakes."That's the problem with you Carter...well, that's at least one of 'em.""What?"Click here for the rest @ VOX
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