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Trembling, you said to me “Put the potato down”. I examined the raw tuber, clenched tightly in my hand, like the first man on a distant continent to discover this strange and ugly meteor, with earthen smell and cold rough skin; it’s dead eyes staring back at me. “Please, put down the potato” I glanced at you, wordlessly, unfurling my fingers the potato fell to the ground in an unceremonious thud.
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Aug 19, 2014
Aug 19, 2014 at 4:17 PM UTC
Potato
Trembling, you said to me “Put the potato down”. I examined the raw tuber, clenched tightly in my hand, like the first man on a distant continent to discover this strange and ugly meteor, with earthen smell and cold rough skin; it’s dead eyes staring back at me. “Please, put down the potato” I glanced at you, wordlessly, unfurling my fingers the potato fell to the ground in an unceremonious thud.
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Aug 19, 2014
Aug 19, 2014 at 4:17 PM UTC
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