So a few weeks ago, my mother sent me a package in the mail, and enclosed was a set of silverware, which I had requested. Four spoons, four forks, and yes, four knives. I had requested that she send these because the silverware that I had bought here in the 'Bique was apparently not engineered to withstand the frequency with which I eat. My mother's package came just in time. The silverware set she set me was actually quite nice; nicer than anything I would have picked out for myself, which I guess is just proof of a mothers love. Anyway, I took the silverware back to my home, and I have been using it ever since, without problems. But I started thinking the other day, I wonder what the silverware thinks about being here with
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