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Left Overs

I walk into my house
All brightly lit
Excited to see what’s for dinner
I smell nothing but crackling wood burning on the fire place
My mother is standing in front of the fridge
Question on her face
I ask what’s for dinner
She hands me a container filled with leftovers
I open the container
Whoosh!
A horrible stench of moldy food hit me in the face
I cringe and begin to yell
The leftovers are covered in mold
What a sickening sight to see
Oh how I hate leftovers.



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