Teryl's Tales of Whim~The imp was perched on the back of my dining chair.
I groaned and clutched my cereal bowl. I'd forgotten about the pact I'd made the night before in a bout of high spirits and a higher Alcohol By Volume spirit.
"Part of a complete breakfast?"
"According to the advertisers," I answered carefully.
It nodded, then asked, "Where's the rest of your complete breakfast?"
It was contracted to pluck at my hair if I didn't eat healthy meals.
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