D.O.P.-T.

[weofodthignen]

The supermarket had been denuded of bread; both of us had the urge to cram ourselves with bread, and so apparently had half the town. Or maybe they were reacting as if a hurricane was coming in; I didn't check milk.

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[dubhain]

Heh. The five hurricane staples: Bread, Milk, Beer, Bog rolls, and Condoms.