she thought, and she thunk. she analyzed and created convoluted mixed messages for her brain to pick at, prod and poke, rip apart, relatively rationalize and then construct into novel oddities which continually perplexed her. nearly everything was complicated to her.
except for those rare times, those almost never times, when she would step back from the refrigerator and see that the syrup was right there, in plain sight, on the top shelf.
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