" She nodded and grinned."Did you have any dreams?" No. I slept soundly this time." Susan is coming over at noon. What time is it now?" About 8:30. Wh...t do you feel like for breakfast?" I asked."We're going to have a heavy lunch so how about cereal?" Sounds good. I could make oatmeal. We have strawberries, blueberries and raisins we could add. Oh, we also have some of those pecans left." That'd be delicious."
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