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                                 Time to spoil
                                        
“I'm hungry,” Spring [1] said. “And I don't want to eat quesedea.” She was
refering to the leftover meal from La Bamba, a Spanish/Mexican restaurant
down the street. 

“Well,” I said. “There's cereal.” 

“Yes, but that means I have to use the milk which expires at midnight.” 

“Midnight? I hardly think that the milk is going `Ah, 11:59, I'm still good.
I'm still good. Ah, midnight! Time to go bad!' ” I said. 

She looked at me funny. “Obviously you don't know milk,” she said. “Midnight!
Time to spoil!” 

[1] http://www.springdew.com/

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