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I interrupted you the other morning.

I was surprised to find you up and on line. It was early, early for you. You always kept to the later hours of the day. Later, unless…

I took a chance and dropped you a “Hi”. Wondering if perhaps you had logged on and forgot, or if messenger was playing games again and showing a false status. But no, you responded right away.

I commented on the hour and if you were up early for breakfast…and if it was an English breakfast or Indian. You laughed and replied, “Indian”.

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