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Bread lubricant.

I can rarely remember how to spell "margarine" without a reference or a spell-checker, so I've started to avoid the word. Avoiding the word in writing means also avoiding it in speech and thought. Therefore, when thinking about the contents of the refrigerator, I told hcolleen: "Oh, and you're almost out of bread lubricant."

I use it too, but she is the one who mostly uses it. She laughed at me. When she extracted her bread from the machine this morning, she asked me if I'd like a slice of it with lubricant. I, of course, said yes.
Gone away, gone ahead,
Echoes roll unanswered.
Empty, open, dusty, dead.
Why have all the Weyrfolk fled?

Where have dragons gone together
Leaving weyrs to wind and weather,
Setting herdbeasts free of tether;
Gone, our safeguards, gone, but whither?

Have they flown to some new weyr
Where cruel Threads some others fear?
Are they worlds away from here?
Why, oh why the empty weyr?

-- "The Question Song", Anne McCaffrey
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