I'm walking back from the subway after work, the same route I always take, thinking about dinner. Katie made a lot of food for the Super Bowl, so I'm thinking maybe I can have a couple of fried eggs on the leftover pizza we've got.
Suddenly my thoughts stop, though I continue walking past the puddles of melting snow, and the podcast I'm playing continues to yammer in my ears. Is this what my life has become? I think to myself, without breaking stride.
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