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On a Sunday evening – when I felt, the time was right – I took an egg
out, and thought, I would have a little chat with it.
“So, how was your day?”
“Nothing special, sitting around, waiting for the big break.”
“You don't have anything to tell me then?” – and, I know, I could have been a little bit more specific at this point, but I wasn't sure how to put it.
It went pale, and nearly passed out right there, in the pan.
“No, not really, I don't think there is anything you and me should or could discuss.” - said the egg.
We sat there for a while. The shoppers slowly all drove away from the mall across the road, the road sweeper started his endless night shift, and the city sky was all lit up.
“Are you sure, you want to hear this?” - whispered the egg.