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       A soft sigh fell from John's lips as he swung open the door of the small refrigerator. There, in the very center of  it all was yet another article of food that Messie had made, but failed to clean up properly. The food looked absolutely disgusting, and couldn't be identified by anyone but Messie herself.  She needed to start understanding that people wouldn't always be around to clean up after her. She needed to learn a lesson. There had been many attempts at teaching her, but none of those attempts went down too well. John slowly closed the refrigerator, deciding that he would leave this mess for someone else to take care of. He definitely didn't want Messie to freak out on him. Narrowing his eyes, he strolled away from the refrigerator, acting as if he had never seen anything.