She opened the fridge. A big wedge of that cake stared back at her.
It must be at least a week old now, she thought. And truth be told she was sick of the damned cake now.
She needed something healthier. There was the makings of a decent salad in the clear drawer at the bottom.
That would be the best option, she thought.
She sighed and pulled a fork from the drawer, delving it into the cake.
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