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Good morning #Freewriters
After taking a break to finish Chapter 2/10 of Drill League, I'm back to indulge my 5 minute #Freewrite addiction, hosted by 
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You can catch read up on Drill League by clicking the images below.
I'm looking to write 2 chapters a month, each no more than 2500 words.
Today's 5 Minute Prompt is: Trash
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I had a bit of fun with this one.
One Man's Trash
"Is that my sandwich?"
I jumped in sudden fright and fumbled the bread.
"Aargh! Don't startle me like that!"
"How many times do I have so say it - Don't eat my food!"
"I'm not eating YOUR food, Jason."
"Uh, yes you are. I made that egg salad last night. How's the extra onion powder?
"Yeah, not bad actually." I stopped and admired its contents.
"Matthew..." his voice deadpanned.
"I'm kidding. I threw that salad in the trash hours ago. I left it out all night, there's no way that mayo is still fresh."
"So you admit it then?"
That threw him off.
"Wait, what? I admit what?"
"You admit you threw it out. Therefore, visa-vis it's... no longer yours?"
Jason got slapped in the face by my astounding logic.
"Swear to me, again, that you'll never become a lawyer."
"How many times are you going to make me do this? Fine. I swear."
"My trash is still my prope- oh my god that's gross. Stop, stop eating. Oh god I'm going to be sick."
"You don't deserve a sandwich this good when you got a bitch-ass stomach like that."
I continued eating.
"That's the stupidest thing you've ever said. Hand's down."
"What? I'm hungry."
"It's a Tuna and egg salad sandwich. Are you trying to get yourself sick?"
At that moment Jason's eyes narrowed as if he were gazing into my soul.
"... Karen has you on a diet again, doesn't she?"
I slumped, my head hanging in both shame and guilt.
"I heard she was going Vegan, but I never thought she'd force it on you."
"It's true!"
I burst into tears.
"Jesus." Jason whispered to himself.
"I just want a STEAK! An egg, some mayo - anything!
Jason let out a long sigh then reached out to hold me in his arms.
"There there little fatso. Sssshhh, it's not that bad. You enjoy that trash sandwich. I'll have a fresh trash sandwich for you tomorrow. How's three day old pizza sound?"
Thank you for reading!
That got a little gross, but I hope it made you laugh or smile or giggle or whatever. If it made you gag then I suppose that's better than nothing.
