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The bowl was too small, liquid splashed over the sides onto the counter. The towel was already covered in batter from the morning of spills. The robotic arm flung the mix across the room. It covered the walls as the bowl shattered on the corner of the antique chest.




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Comments

Red said…
Cool. You are going to have fun with the Hot Flashes ;)
Red.
Laurie said…
Hot Flashes? I've got to see this.
Laurie

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