It was Sunday morning and I was performing that universally-endured household ritual of purging the fridge before stocking up on whatever science experiment fodder is passing for food these days.
"You don't want this?"
"No,
it's dead," I said, glancing over to see that Joe was holding up a bottle of Bloody Mary mix I'd just put into the the thanks-for-coming pile, along with a shriveled lump of ginger that had…
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