Consumers chooses to buy several of it then it just sits there in the kitchen, untouched. It is well processed, sealed, and constant. I'll grab a canned good when im broke, wouldnt you? Its like the last resort when there is no other option, it taste good for a while, but then it gets bland and dull. I am a canned good, you are a canned good, we eat each other, we get sick of each other, we vomit, we spit, we swallow, we devour until its emptied and depleted.
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