Tʜᴇ ᴇɴᴅᴏᴘʟᴀsᴍɪᴄ ʀᴇᴛɪᴄᴜʟᴜᴍ (ER) ɪs ᴀ ᴛʏᴘᴇ ᴏғ ᴏʀɢᴀɴᴇʟʟᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴇʟʟs ᴏғ ᴇᴜᴋᴀʀʏᴏᴛɪᴄ ᴏʀɢᴀɴɪsᴍs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ғᴏʀᴍs ᴀɴ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴄᴏɴɴᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ ɴᴇᴛᴡᴏʀᴋ ᴏғ ғʟᴀᴛᴛᴇɴᴇᴅ, ᴍᴇᴍʙʀᴀɴᴇ-ᴇɴᴄʟᴏsᴇᴅ sᴀᴄs ᴏʀ ᴛᴜʙᴇs-
Bᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴋɴᴏᴡ THAT, ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ?
Wᴇ'ʀᴇ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴛᴡᴏ Iɴᴅɪᴀɴ ɢɪʀʟs ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴅɪʀᴛʏ ᴍɪɴᴅs ᴀɴᴅ ᴀɴ ᴜɴᴇᴀʀᴛʜʟʏ ᴏʙsᴇssɪᴏɴ ᴡɪᴛʜ ɢᴀʀʟɪᴄ ʙʀᴇᴀᴅ.
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EndoplasmicReticulum
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