I was just cleaning out my fridge and there was a carton of egg nog in there. Open, mostly full. Not even all the way in the back, which would be an excuse for overlooking it. It had just started blending in, I guess. My mind hasn’t been on my fridge, except when I’d open it and wonder what smelled so terrible in there. Interestingly, it wasn’t the egg …
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