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I open it up, and feel the chill as it spreads out and laces my face with ice. They lay spread out before me, their shiny surfaces and dull red caps looking devilish in my eyes. I pry open the tombs, and awaken their slumbering dead, whose must drifts up and waters my eyes. I glaze over and picture the soon to be, my lips moisten at plump strips of fowl, blood red slices of berry sauce, and lumpy globs of butter on starch. I grab the tubs and fling them to the counter, throwing the plates from their wooden home and slide them into the microwave. Sherp! Plop! Frozen, yet mushy, I set the particles to work, and my goo turns golden. I sit to eat my meal, basking in the loveliness of round two.

Description
I open it up, and feel the chill as it spreads out and laces my face with ice. They lay spread out before me, their shiny surfaces and dull red caps looking devilish in my eyes. I pry open the tombs, and awaken their slumbering dead, whose must drifts up and waters my eyes. I glaze over and picture the soon to be, my lips moisten at plump strips of fowl, blood red slices of berry sauce, and lumpy globs of butter on starch. I grab the tubs and fling them to the counter, throwing the plates from their wooden home and slide them into the microwave. Sherp! Plop! Frozen, yet mushy, I set the particles to work, and my goo turns golden. I sit to eat my meal, basking in the loveliness of round two.