Not just a loss; an injury.
Not just a missing piece; some pieces were taken away.
Not just that the kettle didn’t boil; the water was tipped out of it.
Not just that the show wasn’t on TV; the TV was unplugged from the wall.
Not just that it went to a place of flat line, nothing; it went to a place beneath that, below the y axis.
Not just that the money wasn’t put into the account; there were unauthorised loans withdrawn.
Not just that the freezer had no food in it; there was thick, expanding frost over every shelf.
Not just that the soup was uneaten and left to go cold; it was spooned into the bin.
Not just that the butter wasn’t kept in the fridge; it was getting microwaved.
Not just that there was no icing on the cake; somebody sat on it.
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