It was also at the moment that we discovered there was a second voice on our recorder. This was the voice of a female. As we listened closely within the white noise we could hear 'oops'; and then when I realized it crushed my ding dong.
In a bag next to the grill some eight inches from my tongs and apron in a crisp new brown paper lunch bag my ding dong was smashed, yet the bag is untouched.
Afraid? Yes. I should have left my snack in the car.
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