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𝐼 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓎 𝒹𝑜 𝒶𝓅𝑜𝓁𝑜𝑔𝒾𝓈𝑒 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓅𝑒𝓃𝑒𝒹 𝒶𝒻𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓂𝑒𝒶𝓁 𝐼 𝓈𝑒𝓇𝓋𝑒𝒹 𝓁𝒶𝓈𝓉 𝓃𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝓊𝒷𝓈𝑒𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓃𝓉 𝑒𝒻𝒻𝑒𝒸𝓉𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓊𝓁𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝒾𝓃 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝑜 𝓈𝓅𝑒𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝓌𝑜 𝒹𝒶𝓎𝓈 𝑜𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓉𝑜𝒾𝓁𝑒𝓉 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒷𝒾𝓃 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒸𝓁𝑜𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓊𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇𝓌𝑒𝒶𝓇, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓈𝓂𝑒𝓁𝓁, 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝒾𝓉 𝓌𝒶𝓈𝓃'𝓉 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓎 𝓂𝓎 𝒻𝒶𝓊𝓁𝓉, 𝐼 𝒸𝒶𝓃 𝒶𝓈𝓈𝓊𝓇𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊.

𝐼 𝓈𝓅𝑒𝓃𝓉 𝒶 𝓁𝑜𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝒾𝓂𝑒 𝓅𝓇𝑒𝓅𝒶𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓂𝑒𝒶𝓁. 𝐼 𝓂𝒶𝒹𝑒 𝓈𝓊𝓇𝑒 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓊𝓉𝑒𝓃𝓈𝒾𝓁𝓈 𝓌𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓇𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽𝓁𝓎 𝒸𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓃, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓇𝑒𝒹𝒾𝑒𝓃𝓉𝓈 𝒸𝒶𝓂𝑒 𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝐻𝒶𝓇𝓇𝑜𝒹𝓈 𝒻𝑜𝑜𝒹 𝒽𝒶𝓁𝓁, 𝓈𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝓌𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒶𝒷𝓈𝑜𝓁𝓊𝓉𝑒 𝒷𝑒𝓈𝓉 𝒶𝓃𝓎𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝑔𝑒𝓉.

𝐼 𝓂𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝓈𝒶𝓎 𝐼 𝓁𝒶𝓊𝑔𝒽𝑒𝒹 𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝐼 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓇𝒹 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒽𝒶𝒹 𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓅𝑒𝓃𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝑜 𝓎𝑜𝓊. 𝐼 𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝒾𝓉 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝒽𝒾𝓁𝒶𝓇𝒾𝑜𝓊𝓈. 𝒯𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝐼 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓈𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓀𝓃𝒾𝓋𝑒𝓈 𝐼 𝒽𝒶𝒹 𝓊𝓈𝑒𝒹 𝒽𝒶𝒹 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝒷𝑒𝑒𝓃 𝒸𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓃𝑒𝒹 𝓅𝓇𝑜𝓅𝑒𝓇𝓁𝓎 𝓈𝒾𝓃𝒸𝑒 𝒸𝓊𝓉𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓊𝓅 𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓈𝑒 𝓇𝒶𝓃𝒸𝒾𝒹 𝓈𝓉𝑒𝒶𝓀𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒽𝒶𝒹 𝒷𝑒𝑒𝓃 𝓁𝑒𝒻𝓉 𝓉𝑜 𝓇𝑜𝓉 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑔𝒶𝓇𝒶𝑔𝑒. 𝒜 𝒷𝓁𝑒𝒶𝒸𝒽 𝒷𝒶𝓉𝒽 𝓌𝒶𝓈𝓃'𝓉 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓎 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒷𝑒𝓈𝓉 𝓌𝒶𝓎 𝑜𝒻 𝒸𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓂.

𝒯𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝐼 𝓃𝑜𝓉𝒾𝒸𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒷𝑜𝓍 𝑜𝒻 𝓁𝒶𝓍𝒶𝓉𝒾𝓋𝑒𝓈 𝓃𝑒𝓍𝓉 𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓅𝒶𝓃𝓈 𝒽𝒶𝒹 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒𝒽𝑜𝓌 𝒷𝑒𝑒𝓃 𝑒𝓂𝓅𝓉𝒾𝑒𝒹. 𝒟𝒾𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝑒𝓃𝒹 𝓊𝓅 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓌? 𝐼 𝒶𝓂 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝓈𝓊𝓇𝑒, 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝓂𝒶𝓎𝒷𝑒 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓅𝑒𝓃𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝑜 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒽𝒶𝒹 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝑜 𝒹𝑜 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝒾𝓉. 𝐵𝓊𝓉 𝒾𝓉 𝓌𝒶𝓈𝓃'𝓉 𝓂𝓎 𝒻𝒶𝓊𝓁𝓉, 𝒾𝓉 𝓌𝒶𝓈𝓃'𝓉 𝓂𝑒. 𝒲𝑒𝓁𝓁, 𝓂𝒶𝓎𝒷𝑒 𝐼 𝓈𝒽𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝓉𝒶𝓀𝑒𝓃 𝒶 𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓉𝓁𝑒 𝓂𝑜𝓇𝑒 𝒸𝒶𝓇𝑒, 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝒾𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓈𝑒 𝓁𝒶𝓍𝒶𝓉𝒾𝓋𝑒𝓈 𝑒𝓃𝒹𝑒𝒹 𝓊𝓅 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓂𝑒𝒶𝓁, 𝒾𝓉 𝓂𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝒷𝑒𝑒𝓃 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝑒𝓁𝓈𝑒.

𝒴𝑜𝓊𝓇𝓈 𝒜𝓅𝑜𝓁𝑜𝑔𝑒𝓉𝒾𝒸𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓎

𝑀𝒾𝒸𝒽𝒶𝑒𝓁 𝒳

A Phone Call

Then the phone rang

It was them, and they were not happy at all.

Michael X: "Hello"

Them: "What the fuck, do you know what you have done? You spiteful, incompetent, careless, fucking moron. You have had me in bed, in hospital, on the fucking toilet, clearing up my excrement and pee, ruining my clothes, and losing me time from work. They said it was MY fault, I should be more careful what I eat and who I trust"

Michael X: "It wasn't my fault, and I am really sorry. I don't know how it happened, but it won't happen again, I promise. Can I offer you another meal as recompense? I can make it up to you, and this time I will be more careful, I promise"

Them: "Seriously? Are you joking? You damned near poisoned me, and have cost me a fortune in time and clothes and cleaning up, and you expect me to trust you to prepare another meal for me. The best you could do is to get me a voucher for a meal at The Hilton or The Ritz. You are dangerous in a kitchen"

Michael X: "Come on, give me another chance. This is the only time this has ever happened, and it won't happen again."

Them: "It's the only time it has happened because you have never cooked for anyone else, unless you count giving your dog and cat pet food each morning. Are they still alive?"

Michael X: "Don't be silly. They are fine, and they love what I give them. I know I messed up, and that resulted in you getting very messed up, but I have apologised. The knives and pans are now cleaned, disinfected and stored in their drawers and on their shelves. The laxatives have been moved to the medical cupboard, so there is no chance of them dropping into any food I am making. I promise, this will never happen again."

Them: "I don't believe you, and I don't trust you. You didn't so much as cross a line as you didn't even know the line existed. I am sorry, we are done now, don't ever contact me again."

Then, the phone went dead.

Silence reigned.