Day 5.Even if that hand is your employer, or the freaky-unused hand fountain in the multi-use building that your theater is in. I have no idea where this hand has been, or what has been in it, so I only ate the tiny piece of bread that didn't touch the filthy bronze.
Tonight was the opening night of the play I'm house managing, and thus there was a big party after the show. Guess who got all the leftovers? Score.
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