what the fuck is this shit

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sitting lopsided on a chair

bland features

souless eyes

starchy complexion

what is it doing here?

who brought that here?

where did this wash up from?

how long has it been there?

everybodys asking but i dont know the answers.

yeah, who the hell bought bough these potatoes and left them here?

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