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Inventory of a suspiciously shimmering pantry

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A pair of chopsticks charmed to bless any food with heavenly flavor, but the taste goes straight to hell if they touch your lips.

A bag of chip. Some time after the chip is eaten, the bag re-seals and inflates into another bag of chip.

An infinitely unfoldable bolt of elaborately tailored denim resulting from an attempt to conjure “one pants”.

A plush octopus stuffed with bugs that don’t come out.

A normal-looking universal remote control that can configure any cat.

A coin that always lands on your head.

Tea that has wildly different flavor and caffeine content for every second of steep time.

A set of glass cups that huddle closer together if left alone.

A silver spoon stamped with persistently sticky letters.

A carton of “shampoo eggs”.

An elegant scarlet ribbon that stains bright crimson the pages of any book closed around it.

A tasty recipe book. Many pages are missing.

A thick tome that grows in length whenever its leather teeth consume a fellow book. Will the sequel write itself?

A rechargeable battery alpaca.

A green velvet purse stuffed with pieces of all the numbers from one to nine.

A scratchy fabric-bound spiral notebook that erases anything written on the back of a page.

A notebook whose contents you’ll never forget.

An opaque tupperware container accurately labeled “Chez Mix”.

A CAPS LOCK KEY THAT ISN’T ATTACHED TO A KEYBOARD BUT STILL SEEMS TO WORK.

A box fan that spins the whole box.

A c*n of d*rty a*ter*sks. Ah, da*n, looks like th*y g*t out.

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