Today at lunch I took a couple bites of my sandwich, and I was thinking it was pretty dang good. I went in for my third bite and felt the corner of my mouth being sliced open. Panic-stricken and instantly pain-enraged, I looked down and discovered a razor-like edge on the roll, now covered in my precious blood. I alternated bites with napkin wipes for the remainder of this sad, sad lunch break. What a joke.
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