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Left to hold an unfair burden and forgotten beneath the stars, Pandora found a way to open the box.
"This is a terrible cake. You've baked a bad cake John."
Feelings hurt, John vowed never to use St. Minnow's asparagus-flavoured icing again.
They were neatly written, small and cursive words, scribed onto the side of the cereal box:
Cereal first. Then add milk.
"Nothing's going to happen tonight," said Mike. "Nothing at all."
Beside him, his partner turned in the seat of the patrol car.
"That sucks."