...runoff from the other place.
Assorted prosthetics
My mother has a prosthetic finger that she’s pretty much given up on wearing (I mean, I’m sure she’d want to be buried with it, but beyond that, I dunno) and she leaves it around her house and it took me a few years to get used to looking up from washing dishes and seeing a disembodied middle finger gesturing at me from the counter.
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Elle wants to fill them with m&ms and carry them arojnd