I waddled my way into the cold church, a musty smell lingered in the air. At the very end of the church, I saw the tomato shrine where many religious tomatoes would sacrifice their stems for their religion, I thinks its silly but you know... whatever floats your boat :|
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THE TOMATO
SpiritualA journey about the tomato that went to church join Terry the tomato on his exciting quest into church
