Buttered breadfruit
My aunt and I were at my cusions bedroom. I looked at the stars or galaxy through a telescope. I hugged her. We left. There was crust bread in a box. Mine was white slightly stale and had currants in it, and I knew I couldnt give that to hubby, cos he dont like currants. So I picked up the brown bread. But put it down cos I knew he didnt like brown. My aunt picked her own bread. I picked the slightly stale one up again.
My aunt and I were at my cusions bedroom. I looked at the stars or galaxy through a telescope. I hugged her. We left. There was crusty bread in a box. Mine was white slightly stale and had currants in it, and I knew I couldnt give that to hubby, cos he dont like currants. So I picked up the brown bread. But put it down cos I knew he didnt like brown. My aunt picked her own bread. I picked the slightly stale one up again.
My aunt and I were at my cusions bedroom. I looked at the stars or galaxy through a telescope. I hugged her. We left. There was bread in a box. Mine was white slightly stale and had currants in it, and I knew I couldnt give that to hubby, cos he dont like currants. So I picked up the brown bread. But put it down cos I knew he didnt like brown. My aunt picked her own bread. I picked the slightly stale one up again.
We are at war with the Germans and living in a small community we decide to create a concentration camp with some of us being guards and others prisoners. All is going well until we begin to starve. We have cut ourselves off. The Germans find out about the camp but can find no official documentation about the camp and visit us to investigate. We try to act out our roles but the Germans know that there is something wrong but cannot work out what it is. We eat stale bread and congealed blood on the top to make it look like bread and jam. The Germans realise the guards aren't harsh enough to us and being to eliminate them and take over the running of the camp. I am a prisoner.
I was at work and cutting bread for a sandwich. I accidentally cut my finger, it was so bad that you could see my bone. I didn't know what to do and I started to panic. I went and told someone and then they told me to go to the hospital.
My aunt and I were at my cusions. I looked at venus or something through a telescope. I hugged her. We left. There was bread. Mine was white slightly stale and had currants in it, and I knew I couldnt give that to hubby, cos he dont like currants. So I picked up the brown bread. But put it back cos I knew he didnt like it. My aunt picked her own bread. I picked the slightly stale one back up.
Riding a jeep at night, buying coffee and bread, laughing with known people, holding hands, boy smiling
Well, it all began on a cobblestone street, slowly lowering and escalating with the hills. There were some plain empty wooden booths on the side, and above everyone's heads there were lights on wire stretching across to each side. There was a parade, but it was a feast. What I mean is that each different float had it's own type of food, and I jumped on one with bread and some kind of sauce. I quickly got off it, and I don't remember how, but I ended up in large, dark, abandoned cage with dirt in it and plants somehow thriving, it seemed to have come from a recently dismissed zoo. And here's the funny part. I swear that that cage was in my dream just a few nights ago. Anyway, I was now in the cage rather than looking upon it when three baby monkeys crawled in. They came right up to me and were social, playing and jumping and running around. But I had instinct, and I knew that the parents would get aggressive if I were to close to the babies, so I ended up running away from the babies until the parents did arrive, and then they were playing, and jumping, and running around. Pretty soon I was back up on the cobblestone street, I meet with somebody, I don't remember who, and I woke up.
A loaf of bread is being torn to pieces and shared
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