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Click here for part 1 of the story   I am imagining how it would have happened in the past… …..So I am standing in the kitchen in the morning. My brother is visiting. There’s obviously no rice milk left and – yes – it MUST have been my brother who emptied the package and neatly deposited it in the garbage.… Read more →

What, no more rice milk? I am standing in the kitchen in the morning. My brother is visiting. My drowsy morning standard move has just led my hand to an empty spot in the fridge where I usually keep my rice milk. I look at my hand, then my gaze wanders to the kitchen table, then to the trash can.… Read more →