I leaned back, hanging onto the cabinet doors, admiring the tupperware landscape. I lazily gazed left and right, trying to gain some sense of intensity.
"I am here for something," I thought. "I know that because I'm here looking for something. I'd only be doing that if I had decided that I needed something from here." I tried hard to push the deduction further, but hit the mental wall of full tummy torpor. I gave up, and decided to start from square one. I leaned back a little more and examined the room: wife. dog. dirty dishes. 1/2 full pot of spaghetti sauce. Clump of noodles.
Right.
That's why I was there.
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