This morning I opened the refrigerator and something spoke to me. The voice was deep and primitive, and clearly fit all rules of language. While it sounded like an ancient tongue, unrecognizable to me, the hostile tone was unmistakable. Armed with a 10” Henckel and a spray bottle of heavy-duty bleach-based cleaner, I took a cautious, closer look
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Anon
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You are a rock star Eleanor!
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