Her name is Elaine

I really never know what I will find when I walk through my front door. Culprit = John (shocking, I know) who helped out in the lab at school today (“they told me to throw it away, how could you throw that away?”). Another odd item I have to figure out how to live with or how to smuggle out of my house and to a dumpster in the dead of night.

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