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My mom goes to the store once a week. She buys potatoes, they’re ok. I don’t like unloading the groceries. Potatoes can come in mesh bags. Or plastic ones. I like the mesh, I don’t know why. My mom and I. Life feels as full as a bag of potatoes. We eat them all the time. My mom calls me downstairs. So that the kitchen becomes full with the two of us. We cook a potato feast. We are left with empty plates and dishes. My mom goes to the store once a week. Once a week. She comes home. Mesh bag, plastic bag, mesh bag, mesh bag. Once a week. We eat them all the time. Suddenly, the kitchen is full. My mom and I. Unloading the groceries. Once a week, once a week.