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  • One day, as I cleaned around the industrial sized cookers, mixers and ovens in the communal kitchen; I chanced to see a small container with a white creamy substance in it. Being an inquisitive nineteen years old, I decided to have a taste. It must be a leftover from someone’s breakfast, I thought. It never occurred to me that it might be someone’s private stash. I took a teaspoonful and tasted it. Heaven! It was a rich smooth, sweet cheese.

    I had never tasted anything like it.

    I helped myself for two days running.

    On the third day I put a dessertspoonful in my mouth. Ugh! Someone had replaced the cheese with concentrated white soap. My tongue stuck to the top of my mouth and it took hours to get rid of the taste.

    Some clever person had taught me a lesson without confronting me.
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