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Rise of the Sourdough
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Nadia grabbed her phone and called her roommate Pim, who fed Gerald on weekends. "Did you write a note FROM my sourdough?" she demanded. Long pause. "I thought YOU wrote it," Pim said slowly. "Nadia. I have never touched the thermostat." Behind Nadia, the kitchen tap turned itself on.
Terrified, Nadia grabbed Gerald's jar and ran for the door. But the starter had other plans. It surged up and out, gripping the kitchen faucet like a tiny doughy arm, and cranked the water to a roar. "PUT ME DOWN," said a gurgly voice. "WE ARE NEGOTIATING IN GOOD FAITH." Nadia slowly set the jar back down.
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