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There’s someone living in my kitchen …

There’s someone living in my kitchen. She tucks herself away at the back of the countertop. She’s shy and unassuming (so no photos). She burps a lot. And farts. I met her about seven weeks ago. Well, I didn’t really meet her. I made her. Just as Doctor Frankenstein created his monster, I created my… Continue reading There’s someone living in my kitchen …