The poor celeriac.

“I’m just fooling myself, she’ll never see me as anything… but a monster.”
He’s an ugly beast.
This soup turns him into a beauty, though.
The poor celeriac.
“I’m just fooling myself, she’ll never see me as anything… but a monster.”
He’s an ugly beast.
This soup turns him into a beauty, though.
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