Walking into the kitchen this morning to find a jar of jam left by the previous owners, still unopened from who knows how long, with a weird mold growing in the corner. It's just a little thing, but somehow it really bugged me. Now that I think about it, it's probably the small things we're never expecting that always seem to be what's really off. It just sets a tone for the day.
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