It's an incessant worry that never goes away. I know it's not-it isn't rational. It's not. But I just can't, I…
I know that I will wake up tomorrow to find my Popsicles covered in ants, in fact replaced completely by ants. The box will be filled with all kinds of insects. I won't have any frozen dessert to offer guests.
And then I'll be exposed as a poor host. I will lose standing. In this and all other bowling alleys. Simple as that.
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