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Originally Posted by Spartan-117
"We need to go shopping, though." She eats hers and pokes her head into the almost-empty fridge and frowns. "We have... almost nothing left." Then she grabs the half-filled gallon of milk and her little nose wrinkles and she frowns. "How old is this, Simon!?" |
He takes the milk, turning it to look at the date. Squinting, he read it aloud. "Uh... Expires: Nov 13, 1923."