Today's OneWord: Fresh

Fresh out of the refrigerator was a leftover casserole. I lifted up the plastic covering and smelled the thawing meat, the dry cheese. A spin in the microwave could soften it a bit. It would do.

Jason was still taking a shower as I ate. We were supposed to be at Lucy's recital in an hour. I didn't quite understand why he couldn't shower in the morning or at least some time that didn't send me into a panic about whether or not we'd make it somewhere in time.

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