Dear Diary,
The warmth I felt today overruled the dreary morning, for when evening came and I was done with work, the skies were sprinkled with bright stars. The brightest star, however, stood not in the sky, but at my side, smiling and laughing all night.
I was not aware that one could spend a night so contentedly. I felt like a hole in my heart, a hole that's been there since the dawn of time, was flooded and fixed. When we kissed, I didn't feel fireworks, or butterflies. I just felt complete. The night was spent stealing glances and exchanging shy smiles, soft brushes, as the stars glistened above us, like salt sprinkled flamboyantly from heaven; salt that added flavour to our evening.
Alas, we parted after a few hours, forced away from each other by the demon named Work-In-The-Morning. I'd have loved to stay with him longer, stayed with him bouncy green curls and glistening red skin, and his soulful laugh. This short meeting will keep be sated for a while longer until I can again spend some time with my love.
-Spater McStarch
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The Diary of a Potato
RandomSpater McStarch was a normal potato, with a normal life, and a normal family. He was completely, utterly normal - in every sense of the word. Unfortunately for Spater, the world has bigger plans for the young potato who spent his entire life on a fa...
