It was a toast that had everything: a crispy crust, a golden glaze, and a pinch of salt. But then, it fell. Into the ashes.
Why did it fall? Because it got too close to the fire. Or was it the existential dread of being a mere bread product, doomed to be consumed and forgotten? We may never know.
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