The bread sat in the toaster, warming and browning as he made a cup of coffee at the other end of the kitchen.
POP!
The toast flew out of the machine and he turned around hoping to see it having landed on his carefully-positioned plate.
There was nothing there.
He looked on the floor under the table , behind the bread bin and even on top of the cupboard. It was nowhere to be seen.
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