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What Are We Growing In the Microwave

What are we growing in the microwave? I am not its mama, I am not its slave. Whatever it is, it gets worse every day. If I ignore it, will it soon go away? A variety of colors, big and bold. Could the green stuff be a little bit of mold? I know how to clean it. I have done it before. Hanging upside down, waving to the front door. What are we growing in the microwave? I am not its mama, I am not its slave. Whose job is it to clean it? Will it go away? Like the refrigerator, this will wait another day.

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Date: 2/16/2019 9:58:00 PM
A new "Fav"; it was just too good.
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Caren Krutsinger
Date: 2/17/2019 11:44:00 AM
Thank you M.L. I see you can relate.

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