I pick up a bottle from the kitchen table with a Chinese label. “Is this the crap you ordered? To fix your hiccups and problems?”
>LIARS
>MADE IT WORSE
>SHOGGOTH MILK
I look up from the messages. “What milk?”
>BYE
A thrown phone shatters on the wall behind me.
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