Random Short Story. Mission: Clam Chowder.

Dear humans,

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Mission: Clam Chowder by R.J. Blain

Someone had left a fresh container of clam chowder on the kitchen island. I prowled around the white, steaming container, eyeballing the vessels of potatoes lurking within the creamy broth. Could something so thick even be called broth?

I loved potatoes.

Potatoes did not love me.

On my second pass around temptation, I determined no one ...