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Alice walked into the kitchen and headed for the refrigerator for the fourth time that evening. Taking the orange juice and not bothering with a glass, she gulped the pulpy liquid down like it was the last thing she’d ever drink. Quietly, she put it back and eyed up her next target. She spotted the cheese and made a clumsy grab for it knocking a jar of jalapenos onto the tiled floor below and cursing at her inept ability to do a normal task recently. ‘Mother fucker…five second rule though.’ Undisturbed at the thought of eating food off of the ground, she gathered as many as she could, scooped them into the jar and seized a cloth to clean up the evidence. ‘What no one knows won’t hurt them.’ The floor was pretty clean in her defence she thought, chucking the cloth on to the sink worktop and getting back to satisfying her craving of a cheese, jalapeno, pickle, corned beef, mayo and carrot sandwich.  Yeah it was weird but what did she care, she was alone in the kitchen doing as she pleased, it was her right as an American citizen. Nodding in conviction to her thoughts, the blonde continued to potter around until the ultimate reward was finished. It was magnificent. Alice’s eyes grew wide at the sight; it was almost a shame to eat the granary delicacy that stood before her begging to be admired for a moment or so longer. Ignoring its silent pleas she set it on a plate and took a large bite.

‘Alice honey are you eating again?’ Dana sauntered into the kitchen obviously tired and probably now awake after hearing the commotion. Fuck, busted. Alice stuffed the remains into her mouth and stored it in her cheek like a hamster whilst shaking her head to disagree.

‘Then say the alphabet backwards clearly,’ Dana challenged, walking over to Alice and leaning against the counter top with a smug grin plastered across her face.

‘Zphh Yghh Xpsh…’