Dear potato,
I'm pretty annoyed that you decided to jump out of my hand into the garbage as I was peeling you over the trash can. Shame on you.
Love,
Lenis
(yes, I do realize that you are not technically an inanimate object as you were growing eyes at the time, but you frustrated me to the point that you deserved a letter)
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This is just a look into the twisted diary that lives inside my head ranting (sometimes inappropriately) about objects that most likely are undeserving of my rage.
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