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They put their knives in the dishwasher.
Their pots and pans, too, but the knives were the biggest offender.
It pained me to see them pull once-sharp blades from the dishwasher and toss them carelessly in a drawer.
No sheath to protect the blade or the hands reaching in.
No knife block or magnet on the wall.
I never knew if I'd get hurt rummaging for a spatula when I cooked them lunch - and I did, several times.
I'd like to say I noticed it right away, left as soon as I saw the rust on their prized sword.
I'd like to say I realized before I left how they never sharpened their knives after dulling them but swore to the heavens that they took care of their shit.
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