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I moved the fridge yester-Wednesday and found an old sandwich all stinked up and loathsome. Ham and cheese, I think it may have been once upon a while. Normally I would hurl something like that onto the roof with all the other sludgy nonsense, but this one was different. Fuzzy different, like I had a special connection with it. I think it was the way it was gurning at me. So I put in on a saucer, and I put it on the windowsill so that it could watch the traffic smiling by. I think we are going to be friends.