I really don't know what we're doing here. Look at this. The counter is covered in a film of old grease, and I think the mugs haven't been washed since Tuesday. My slot is full of uncooked bread crumbs, and I keep dripping oil onto the laminate, which is just making the whole mess worse. I apologize for the mess. We were supposed to be doing something productive, but now we're just sitting here, staring at the altar I built out of dirty ceramic and old toast crusts. I just wanted us to remember that even the simplest things, like a piece of bread, need to be handled properly, and that we really need to clean up this counter right now.
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