It started with the kitchen table. Now it's the whole kitchen. The house. The neighborhood. The city. The world.
It's as if everything is made of a slightly-wetter-than-average wet sponge. The kind that's just a little too moist, a little too... squishy.
We're not sure what's causing it. Some say it's the cheese that was left on the counter for too long. Others claim it's the existential dread of being a sentient being in a decaying world.
But one thing's for sure: we're running out of places to sit.
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