In the suburbs of a place locals call Perfect Town, one woman ruled the dinner table.Her name was Soufflé.She wasn’t just known for her food. Her dinner parties were practically mandatory. People joked that if you turned down an invitation, you “vanished from the guest list forever.” Over time, the joke stopped being funny. Neighbors who politely said they couldn’t make it stopped being seen at all.Soufflé’s garden was tended by a man simply known as Herb. He grew herbs and spices no one could identify—leaves, pods, and roots that didn’t match anything in cookbooks. Guests at Soufflé’s parties would sometimes whisper that the meat tasted… familiar. Soufflé smiled and said it was all thanks to her special preservation method, a process she called the “Forever Seal.”On February 30th, a health inspector arrived at Soufflé’s house unannounced. Instead of the smell of baking or roasting, he was hit with the scent of bleach. Soufflé, all politeness, offered to show him her “storage” in the basement.What he found should never have been in a home.The basement walls were lined with thousands of airtight containers. Inside each one was a face he recognized: Mrs. Higgins. The mailman. The mayor. Every neighbor who had declined one of Soufflé’s invitations. In the corner, Herb smoked a pipe that smelled like burning hair. Soufflé smiled and said, “Freshness is a priority.”The inspector tried to run. He slipped on the freshly waxed floor.The next day, every house in Perfect Town received an exquisite gift basket. Inside was a new pâté Soufflé was “testing” called Inspector’s Choice. Herb was seen driving the inspector’s car, wearing his hat. And Soufflé? She was already planning her next luncheon.Because in Perfect Town, leftovers aren’t stored in the fridge. They’re eliminated.

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