The pan

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I crack open in half my perfectly smooth shell broken for ever. I will never be the same again.

I fall down and land with a sizzle on to a boiling hot pan that has been sprayed with oil. Ouch.

My yolk is spread from not being dropped peacefully. I can feel myself bubbling and spitting abit.

Salt is starts falling on top of me from a giant wrinkly hand. I can smell the saltiness.

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