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Breakfast With A Minotaur

Dead in the center of her heart I found a minotaur. Of all things a frigging minotaur. I stood puzzled as we locked eyes. When I stumbled upon him he was sleep with today's newspaper drenched across his lap. He bounced up in full guard. Me being me I asked him for simple directions. Telling him that I thought I was lost. I planned on seeing heart shapes maybe a butterfly or two. A big bunny shape thing or two but you, just wow. He grinned slightly and said yeah that's the first time I've heard that one. One step further, I added. I take it from the amount of drool on the side of your lip you've been sleep for quite a while. Now I don't mean to intrude on your guarding the labyrinth thing but, How about you let me bum a smoke and we'll talk about it at the nearest dinner. After all who can be mad over breakfast
Breakfast With A Minotaur

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