This morning, Tom tells me about a dream he had last night:
"So, I dreamt that we were making these egg sandwiches for breakfast; you know, like breakfast sandwiches. I cooked up the egg and put it on the Engish muffin or whatever, and I started eating mine. But then I looked over, and when you went to take a bite of yours, it had a chicken embryo in the egg....like.... a chicken FETUS! It was not a good dream."
"So, I dreamt that we were making these egg sandwiches for breakfast; you know, like breakfast sandwiches. I cooked up the egg and put it on the Engish muffin or whatever, and I started eating mine. But then I looked over, and when you went to take a bite of yours, it had a chicken embryo in the egg....like.... a chicken FETUS! It was not a good dream."
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