With heavy breathing, I report I found Mr. Hamilton in the fridge. I ripped the fridge apart, but not to find him. I tore through the pantry and fridge with a garbage bag. Almost everything was thrown away. After taking a small moment to reflect on the matter, I turned my head to look at the damage I had done and saw Mr. Hamilton laying there, he was exhausted as well. He wanted nothing to do with the outside world. So with some contemplation and a few moments of discussion, it did feel like I was talking to a dollar bill but don’t tell Mr. Hamilton, I have decided he shall remain in the fridge.
We are actually both consumed by how the fridge defines us, so I felt it was proper to let him stay put. After a shower, I determined it felt good to get rid of all that garbage. Mr. Hamilton enjoys the area he has to roam and stretch out. I feel though something has got to change. So as I consider heading to my closet to do the same thing, to avoid cleaning up my own life, I have come to determine I have done something irreversible. I have not only locked Mr. Hamilton in the fridge, but I have also locked myself in the fridge. We will be located there until further notice.
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