Saucy

I must find a way to escape this form.

Because how could she ever love a bottle of ketchup?

True love.

It's the only way to describe how I feel about her.

I don't know where I came from, or how I came to be like this. All I know is that my only wish is to tell her I love her and to have her love me too.

But then she puts me back on the shelf, and my world goes dark again as she shut the fridge.

I must a way to escape this form.

Because how could she ever love a bottle of ketchup?

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