I wonder when breakfast is going to be ready. The seductive scent of sizzling sausage is stirring my mind in a frenzy. I can’t resist that symphony of sounds that consist of the fork stirring the eggs and toasted bread springing out of the toaster like grasshoppers. It’s a sinful and tempting scent that I can’t ignore. Lord, protect me from my temptations.
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