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I drop all my papers on the floor, flustered I drop to my hands and knees trying to collect them, comically they keep blowing away and slipping. A gentle wet noise grabs my attention and I look up. I see a hand holding all my (neatly organized and collated) papers, I blush and thank the sentient ground beef golem. They, at least I think they, laugh and speckle my glasses with finely marbled protein oddment and I suddenly know who I'm going to spend the rest of my life with.

(Meat Cute)

(threading these bc it's a series of vignettes)

He looked like the detritus from a ravaged sandwich platter, skin the complexion of a wet tomato slathered in mayo, eyes two salty cocktail olives of rage and insecurity, hair of shredded lettuce.

@Jewbacchus this is the worst thing I've ever read. Thank you.

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Octodon

Octodon is a nice general purpose instance. more