There had to be a point. You don't just pry open someone's door, "immobilize" their refrigerator, then leave the hulking appliance tied up and gagged in the corner, trying desperately to get its plug to the outlet, so that the food inside it CAN LIVE, so to speak.
And then you don't even step foot in any other part of the house?
But maybe this is precisely what you do when you believe in nothing but, you know, getting your "kicks," or whatever, "your rocks off." How it comes to this I don't claim to know. There's just no logic. Or maybe it's a higher logic and I'm somehow, I just, I am unable to see it, through a lack of intelligence and experience and some different genetic makeup.
That's maybe a tad too charitable on my part.
But anyway, Alberta, (the fridge not the province) had to be put down. I mean, she still sort of worked, food stayed kind of cold, but, something, something was just never going to be the same with her, well, I shouldn't, I shouldn't say just with her, it was, ultimately, I guess, and I can't believe I'm saying this, it was with us.
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