Slice And Dips and Hawaiian Tidbits
G R E E C E
At around seven o’clock in the morning, Archer made a simple meal consisting of three grilled sandwiches, which was his all-time favorite and which he had been able to make since he was eight years old, some toasted eggs that was perfectly made, and salad—honestly, a really balanced diet, if I may say so. We enjoyed eating food together and he told me he was not really a good cook, but instead he knows the easy ones like frying, boiling instant noodles, but other than that, nothing else. We had a very casual conversation together and admired the scenery outside at the same time as the sun had now enveloped the entire entirety of the place, before he brought me back to the dormitory building so I could go to my lessons for the day.
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