Soup.
Everything is soup. Soup is water. Everything contains water. Strawberries are soup. Trees are soup. Grass is soup. We are soup. Your grandma's cat, soup. Your dad's toenails, soup. That homeless old man's corpse sitting on the side of the road, soup. I hate soup. Everything is soup. I hate everything.
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Hanako
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