Thursday, May 13

Panicked, she searched the kitchen. Janet's eyes stumbled around the room like a drunk coming home from a long night. Her gaze came to rest on the refrigerator. That stainless steel tomb held the very thing that consumed her so, the very thing that she would yet consume. She devoured the leftover KFC slaw without hesitation or mercy.

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