Lost & Found: A Breaded Story

A love found, and forgotten.

One day, a long time ago, I brought slices of bread to work to make a ghetto grilled cheese (in the toaster oven). I put my favourite form of carbs in my locker and went about my business.

Weeks later, while rifling through my cubby for snacks I discover a squishy ziploc bag. What on earth could this be?

Well friends, it was a bag of my sad and now very moldy bread.

RIP bread.

That time Katie @lilkatiematrix forgot some bread in her locker. Oops. RIP carbs.

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