Steve is here and robbing us of food...mostly stale, old food, but still. There go the donuts, spaghetti, and the conconction for which there is no name...and he nearly dropped them all getting the front door open. I helped him out with that; not completely heartless. Now he keeps trying to talk to me with food in his mouth, scarfing down cereal like he hasn't eaten in three weeks.
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