dear pecan butter,
breakfast is already my favorite meal of the day, but you have made this a most auspicious time. i feel that my taste buds have died and gone to the heavens above. the last bite of my honey whole wheat english muffin was devastating. my attachment to your presence in my life has become overwhelming, and i can only manage to charge onward through the salads and shakes of the day, because i know you'll be waiting for me tomorrow morning.
you seriously rock my face off. i don't care how much pecans cost, i will slave through whatever may come our way to ensure we are together always.
your most adoring fan,
me
p.s. i may have breakfast again. because i can. muah-ah-ah-aaaaah
There's certainly nothing wrong with Second Breakfast!
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