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Ted opened the fridge and leaned his head against it as he peered inside. Milk, eggs, butter, cheese. He shut the fridge and grabbed a loaf of bread from the counter. Ted carefully unwrapped the blue twist-tie and put the loaf in the middle of his cutting board, opened a drawer, and put the blue twist-tie in a small tray with the other blue twist-ties, next to the trays of green and red ties.

He grabbed a knife and knuckled the loaf to steady his cut, as heʼd been taught. He broke the crust and pushed the knife slowly down through the bread. The slice was thin and limp towards the bottom. Ted placed it in the trash can, then repositioned his knife to cut again. This slice was almost even, very close. Ted bent down and angled his elbow up, examining the knifeʼs jagged teeth as it sawed the bread, slowly back and forth, producing a very even slice.

But now there were crumbs across the countertop. Ted grabbed a napkin from the table and placed his piece of bread in the middle of it. He took a small broom from underneath the sink and swept the residue into a plastic ziploc bag, sealed it, and threw it away. Ted returned to his bread, daintily lifting it by the napkin so as to not spill any more messy crumbs, coddling it to the toaster. He set down the napkin, softly, and lifted the bread into the slot, depressing the trigger.

Ted stood, arms to his side, watching as the coils began to burn hot orange. Silence.


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