I was frantic. It wasn't where I thought I left it. I searched. I cried. It was raining too hard to go out and get another one. I knew my husband didn't touch it. He knows better. I almost stopped dating him when he tried to take some of it. I blamed my son. He would be vicious enough to do it. I started to hyperventilate. I screamed. I didn't think I could make it through the night without it. And then, I moved some stuff around and found it hiding in the back of the freezer.
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