Weekday night, your usual routine. Pick out the outfit for work tomorrow, prepare breakfast and lunch. For breakfast, you decide to fry two slices of bacon medallions. Once that’s done, you leave the medallions in the frying pan on the stove to cool down, before you put them away later.
So you potter about a bit, watch a bit of TV, then you go back to the kitchen to take care of the breakfast. You walk to the stove and—there is only a single bacon medallion in the frying pan. The other one has disappeared.
Gone.
Without a trace.
(Does bacon even leave a trace?)
You sigh. You suppose you’ll have to replace the missing medallion with something else.
In the living room, your cat is unassumingly licking her paws. It was a good hunt.
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