I am a fridge. I can never get any kind of rest because the people in this house are constantly bothering me, and sometimes they don't even take anything out of me when they come, they just browse. I give so much to this family all the time, and sometimes it pays off when they replenish my resources every once in a while, but in the end, they just take everything I have, and that's why I'm so cold on the inside.
I wouldn't be good for much if a burglar or intruder came into the house, since I'm not really the most transportable item for protection. Sometimes I feel bad about myself because I am only good for one thing, but I am so useful for that one thing that it boosts my self esteem sometimes. Being big makes me feel like the top dog of the kitchen, so I guess I can be okay with that. I am a fridge and I am proud.
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