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frozen
Ever felt like the substance in that jug was tasteless, odorless, simply reeking, slowly becoming foul?
Without a companion liquid in jug fails to be recognized,
It loses the versatility in its taste and becomes dull,
Without no judges liquid in jug sits still and rots with blandness through each minute.
Oh, when is that jug ever going to pour its contents out so the world can satisfy those buds with a different flavor? Alas! I don’t know.
