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I sit the egg down on the kitchen table. I was so parched I had to go get something to drink. I hope this stress doesn't get to me too much. I want to end this challenge with at least a little calmness. Just need to practice my breathing exercises. Breathe in, breathe out. Breathe in, Breathe out. Okay now I feel better. Let me take that back, I spoke too soon. I tripped on the stump of the doorway and I landed on the table. The same table holding my egg. I slowly watch Eggy's guts splatter everywhere.
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7. Oh my gosh! This can't be. It hasn't even been an hour since I came home and my egg is already broken. Poor Eggy, I wasn't a good father to him. I have to think fast. Breathe in, breathe out. Breathe in, breathe out. My heart is racing, I gotta make up my mind. The stamp wasn't that intricate. And I'm a pretty good artist if I do say so myself. I go grab an egg out of the fridge and get to work. Slowly and carefully drawing the "stamp" where I remembered it. I think I'll get away with this.
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