It was so offensive it made her cry. She’d wondered if buttermilk could really go bad. Now she knew the answer for sure. Though some things were rotted and fermented to desired states for consumption, there were some already sour that could spoil even more. So much for the buttermilk pound cake she planned.

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(C) LeTara Moore 2016

Pungent

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  • Simon on

    Things never go as planned. Very nice.

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    • LeTaraWrites on

      Thank you!

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