Jakob Blaq sat on his porch, contemplating the potato in his russet hand. He could hear the sounds of the baseball game his father was watching inside, and his father’s shouts over the TV.
The moon shone down upon him, casting shadows on the potato that caused it to resemble a girl. A very certain girl. This certain girl happened to be Bela to whom he was not speaking at the moment.
“Bela,” he hissed.
The potato had captured her face perfectly. “Bela, would that I could devour you as easily as this potato.” Jakob lifted the potato up in front of the moon. It blocked out the hovering orb. She was vaster than the moon, was this potato Bela. He took a bite.
“Great,” he thought aloud, “there must be something deeply symbolic with me taking a bite out of a potato that looks like Bela.” He threw the potato behind him. A crash resounded resoundingly as the potato shattered the window. His father shouted from within.
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