“Bread, milk, Windex, tofu…” I mumbled to myself as I made my way down the stairs towards my car. I knew I would have been better off just writing out a full list of what I needed to pick up at the store, but I just hadn’t felt like bothering. “Bread, milk, tofu, Windex…” I [...]
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