The Fridge is My Love Language of Doom

Chapter 7: The Fridge is a Vortex of Chaos and Despair

It's been 3 days since I last checked the fridge, and I'm starting to lose my mind. The leftovers from last week's pizza party are still in there, taunting me with their congealed, freezer-burnt presence. I'm not sure what's more disturbing: the fact that they're still edible or that I'm secretly hoping they're not.

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