"impress us" PETA hackers.

Dreamed on 2015.09.06.0705

Once each year a hacking group comes into everyone;s kitchen and rearranges the things on their refrgerator. Mauebe the things in the refrigerator too? It's like... PETA but not just PETa and stuff. S tjhoiss uear we take everything out of the frge and hide it and we takke everything off the front of th e frige, tbu then we start to think -- lets noy tak e everything off -- let's tleave the words "impress us" im ,agnetic poetry on the fridge. I accidentally chip a glass, but then I ddn't because that's kst part of the desgn. We hear noises from downstairs maybe, but maube ust paranoid. Who breaks into places, anyway? And how? I mean, it happens to everyone one niht a year, so ther must b many members. Someone in each neighborhood must do it, but they're all good enouhg to never get caught? Weird.

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