Runny Eggy Soldiers

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There's an Enid Blyton story feeling that wraps me up in comfort and safety that I feel when I slowly dip my slices of toast into my egg.

It's been too long, let's all do it!

Google Gemini: Make an image of the perfect runny egg soldiers

btw: count the fingers.

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