While tidying up the apartment today, a strange smell began wafting through the air. It faintly reminded me of camp fire days, or maybe of just after Christmas time, when the twinkling lights have been twinkling a little too long. I followed my nose. It lead to the dishwasher. Somehow one of the wooden spoons had made its way down to the heating coil. It was just barely charbroiled; it's got character now. In fact, I kind of liked the pine smell, freshened things up. Hey, at least it didn't set off the fire alarm.
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