Yesterday morning I glanced over at the bookshelf and saw a pile of things Andy had gathered up to take to work.

Whoops. So I put his grub in the fridge, and he came home for lunch.

When he opened up the refrigerator, and saw his pocket Latin dictionary on the second shelf, he just smiled and shrugged.

"Well, I guess it's a dead language. Wouldn't want it to spoil."

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