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Rise of the Sourdough
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Nadia followed Gerald's flour arrow to the apartment next door, where her neighbor's sourdough sat on the windowsill, gray and cold and sad. Gerald wrote one word in shaky flour: BARB. "You have a girlfriend? And she's freezing?" The jar bubbled urgently. This was officially a rescue mission.
Nadia carried Barb's cold jar home and set it on the heated mat right next to Gerald. Within an hour Barb perked up, bubbling brightly. Gerald wrote one happy word: BARB. Then a flour heart. Nadia wiped her eyes. "You softie." Now she had two warm, opinionated jars and a thermostat stuck on 74 forever.
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