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  <title>Comments on 'The Toast That Wasn't'</title>
  <subtitle>As I watched him make the toast I wondered what I was doing here. I needed to just accept I didn't like anything about the guy, well, except his sense of humour. 

That's not enough reason to be friends with someone though, not someone with this many shortcomings. His personality had more flaws than a forgery of a Rembrandt drawn by a drunk 6 year old with no thumbs.

He passed me the cup of tea, ok, that was another plus, he made really good tea. Still, you can't just hang around with someone who makes you tea and makes you laugh. I'd settle for worse tea made by someone who wasn't so petty and spiteful, someone who didn't hold grudges better than most elephants.

He put the toast down in front of me, it looked good. I picked up the nearest slice and bit into it, eugh, it's cold. That's disgusting. I look up at him, he hasn't taken his eyes off me, he knows it's cold. He _knows_ it's cold! _And_ he knows I'm too polite to complain, so I'll eat both slices.

Why do I hang round with this guy?</subtitle>
  <updated>2008-04-17T23:15:30Z</updated>
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    <title type="text">Comment on The Toast That Wasn't</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;A drunk 6 year old with no thumbs? Odd image. I really like the complexity of this story, as Ana Cristina said so eloquently &amp;#8216;the despair mixed with resentment&amp;#8217; that seals the narrator&amp;#8217;s fate.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <published>2008-04-17T23:15:30Z</published>
    <author>
      <name>thebetweenspace</name>
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    <title type="text">Comment on The Toast That Wasn't</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Er, I meant succinctness. I always forget that damn third &amp;#8220;c.&amp;#8221; :D&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/27866?basename=57158</id>
    <published>2008-04-17T21:46:33Z</published>
    <author>
      <name>Ana Cristina</name>
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    <title type="text">Comment on The Toast That Wasn't</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;By the by, I just read your &amp;#8220;bio&amp;#8221; and I think it&amp;#8217;s hilarious. Its succintness makes mine seem superfluous by comparison.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <published>2008-04-17T21:44:54Z</published>
    <author>
      <name>Ana Cristina</name>
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    <title type="text">Comment on The Toast That Wasn't</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Third line up from the bottom, I think you meant to write &amp;#8220;his eyes &lt;em&gt;off&lt;/em&gt; me.&amp;#8221; I love the undercurrent of humor in this piece, the despair mixed with resignment that forces the narrator to reach for not one but two pieces of cold toast, just to be polite.&lt;br /&gt;LoA&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <published>2008-04-17T21:34:28Z</published>
    <author>
      <name>Ana Cristina</name>
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    <title type="text">Comment on The Toast That Wasn't</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Sorry, &lt;em&gt;thoroughly&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/27866?basename=57147</id>
    <published>2008-04-17T21:07:59Z</published>
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      <name>Laine the Grey</name>
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    <title type="text">Comment on The Toast That Wasn't</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;I really &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; enjoyed that. Throughly brilliant.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <published>2008-04-17T21:07:30Z</published>
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      <name>Laine the Grey</name>
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