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The sun is coming out early, and it has been shining freely since Christmas afternoon, which is kinda nice if the whole white Christmas ideal is out of the question anyway. Still, Monk does not have any loose bread for the duckies, and he is going to skip the walk and just settle for a full-scrub shower and a shave later on.
Then he went to the kitchen with his plastic little blue bowl in hand, but he does not feel like another soggy, drab breakfast of cereal. His stomach is not feeling the least sensitive, and he goes for the Frosted Brown Sugar Cinnamon Pop-Tarts and a coke, "Diabetes and Death, where is thy sting!"
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The sun is coming out early, and it has been shining freely since Christmas afternoon, which is kinda nice if the whole white Christmas ideal is out of the question anyway. Still, Monk does not have any loose bread for the duckies, and he is going to skip the walk and just settle for a full-scrub shower and a shave later on.
Then he went to the kitchen with his plastic little blue bowl in hand, but he does not feel like another soggy, drab breakfast of cereal. His stomach is not feeling the least sensitive, and he goes for the Frosted Brown Sugar Cinnamon Pop-Tarts and a coke, "Diabetes and Death, where is thy sting!"
