The next morning, we met for breakfast again for week two of our Al's Pancake House tradition. This time I order blueberry pancakes.
"I don't know what Al puts in these things, but they are beyond amazing," I say, chewing slowly to make each bite last.
"I know right?" Dominic ordered the basic buttermilk ones this time, also an excellent choice. "Are you going to write about these in your English journal again?"
I laugh. "Yeah. Why? You don't like reading about pancakes?"
"It could get old by the end of the semester. And I think you're going to run out of things to say."
"Never." I close my eyes, savoring them. "These are so good that this week I might even make up a poem about them."
"Well, that's something to look forward to," he kids. "You really like pancakes, don't you?"
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