It was a normal Monday morning, and I had dragged myself out of bed for a Ferris breakfast. Waiting by the toaster I watched in dismay as the last bits of avocado were viciously scraped from the metal container. Resigned to a different breakfast I turned away from the scene, but something caught my eye. […]
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