Wednesday, 2 December 2009
I went to the kitchen to get a plate for my supper. I noticed a big utility sink on one side of the island counter; I didn't think we had one of those. I glanced inside; it was half-filled with dirty dishes soaking in murky water. The pesto shaver lay unwashed atop the pile.
Alyssa must not have washed it after dinner
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