Breakfast Conversation

Wednesday, September 17, 2008
"A character from one of my stories visited me the other day."

"Really? You mean like ... a fictional character?"

"Yeah. Pretty much. Weird, right?"

"It visited you in your dreams?"

"No. Not really. It kinda felt like a dream. But this was entirely in real life. Like you and me talking right now. Except we were on the porch. And instead of breakfast, we were having a beer."

"Okay. Well, I'm not sure what to make of that, Baby."

"Me neither."

"Let's talk about it later. I need to go. I've got a meeting at eight."

"My sister will be here tonight. Why don't we have Shepherd's Pie?"

"That sounds good."

"I'll take some ground turkey out of the freezer."

"Don't talk to any more fictional characters. At least not until I get home."

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