Day 17: Write a diary entry from the perspective of the last thing you ate
Dear diary,
Well, it’s finally over. I thought I’d have more time but tonight was my last night. I can’t say I haven’t lived, though. I’ve sat on a warehouse shelf. Been shipped across the country. Then heated in a microwave before being hastily consumed. All in all not a bad way to go. I just wish the last words I’d heard weren’t ‘soup’s on.’
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