The refrigerator died...Mark left for work at 5:45 a.m. and Michael came in at 6:15 a.m., thankfully. Michael heard the refrigerator arcing and smelled plastic burning. He called Mark who said to unplug it and he'd be home. He was able to get it running but later that day it went completely. Thankfully, we have our "beer" fridge in the garage.
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