My bag has been washed. The spilled cream is gone, all vestiges thereof.
The bag is starchy and stiff; it would hurt you to punch it.
I was drying it on a radiator yesterday and it fell off while I was watching Masterchef. I jumped,
thinking that there was an intruder in the house, (since the canvas noise was too heavy to be a
mouse).
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