Earlier this week, at noon, in the kitchen:
“Did you use any of the milk? It’s bad. I was going to leave note this morning.”
Thinking back to a bowl of Trix and milk, “I…What now?”
“I said, the milk is bad.”
“The milk? I ate…That can’t be.” Turns to the fridge with a blank stare, grabs handle and shakily pulls out the milk jug.
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