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Prompt: You are an item in the fridge. You have been moved around and finally find yourself in the back after four months. Write about your inferiority complex that you have developed, due to not being eaten. ("Three forms of the Tercet", any style)
Newly purchased, I sat proudly On middle shelf, front and center: Fresh new jar of port-wine cheddar cheese. Opened once, I supplied snack For friendly scrabble game. My couple lost And I was shoved behind the beer. They don’t drink very often; unseen, I was lost in the land of forgotten food, Grew envy-green fur, and stank. Now two weeks later, my smell offends. I’m identified as culprit and criminal, and thrown away. I feel like garbage!
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