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Sep. 12th, 2005 11:13 pmOn my break at work, I like to race kettles. We have two in the break room, and sometimes I fill them up and see which one boils fastest. Sometimes I cheat and put more water in one than the other, and I like to imagine the loser kettle crying because I've deliberately sabotaged him.
Because in my world, kettles have genders.
Because in my world, kettles have genders.