heisenbear
Devoted Cultist
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- Aug 9, 2014
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When I was small, my mum had one of those old-fashioned cylindrical cheese graters. The kind that had a diamond/criss-cross pattern where the grating holes were. It used to remind me of a lot of eyes and sharp metallic teeth and it would leap at me and eat me when my parents weren't looking. I couldn't look at it and I used to turn it around when it got put on the table at mealtimes. And it got to the point when I would run upstairs and hide whenever the cheese was taken out of the fridge.