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As I was cleaning up my knife after butchering a chicken this afternoon, I sliced hell out of my finger. I'm so glad I was using a great knife, and that it was very sharp. I hardly bled at all, but I scrubbed heck out of the wound to help avoid a nasty salmonella adventure. I don't know how realistic either the concern or the prevention was, but it made me feel better.

To make up for it, I tormented Poppy with the laser pointer.

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