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Having Breakfast II

I wake to the sound of my alarm clock beeping. My door is shut. I sit up in bed and turn the alarm clock off. I turn the clock off. I stop the noise then lower my legs and cross the room to my closet. I slide the door open and reach for a hanger and remove a black shirt. I hate black. No funerals. I don’t own a black shirt. I slide open the door. I wore my jeans to bed; I only need a shirt. I reach in and pull out a red shirt. Red is a better color. I slide open the closet door and pull out a red shirt. I put it on. I need jeans to wear and pull a pair from the upper shelf. I remove my cotton night pants and pull my jeans on.  I pull my blue jeans on.

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