I thought I’d made dinner. Instead, I made everyone slightly poisoned. We laughed it off, but I went home replaying every bite, every grimace, every bathroom trip. The eggs weren’t expired. They smelled fine. They looked perfect. I felt betrayed. Then I saw it—that tiny, printed number I’d ignored for years. A secret timestamp. A quiet warn… Continues…
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