One day I accidentally flung a magnet across the kitchen and instead of falling, it stuck to this weird bar around the doorway. That is how I discovered one of my favorite things ever about my apartment. I can stick magnets anywhere I like. It's kind of random how it works out, and it does work out so well.
This dinosaur head magnet that I picked up at (where else) Fenton Street Market diligently guards my kitchen, not allowing me to ever do the dishes. It's a really healthy relationship we have.
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