I don't know the difference between 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘺 and 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘥𝘺 and I don't know why what the temperature 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 is relevant to anyone. I told a gallon of milk that although the old fridge is forty-two degrees, it feels like thirty-four, but the milk wouldn't listen and curdled long before its expiration date. I'm done talking to milk. It was fun at first but now it just breaks my heart.