From TC 9:1 – “Existentialism at the God Rodeo” by Diana Goble

Blood-coated Cheerios slid down the white porcelain like a slow-motion avalanche. I watched the red whirl into the water, creating a smoky tie-dye pattern. I didn’t remember eating coffee grounds, but the former contents of my stomach seemed to suggest otherwise.
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