Flawed and outsmarted
I’d done it again.
This time it looked like arguing with my wife about where the damn moths were coming from. They’d been flitting all over the living room and I’d been toppling things as I chased them around the house.
I’d obsessively searched through every bag and container we had in the kitchen to find the moths’ food source so I …
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