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174 words by attila written on 2026-03-25, last edit: 2026-03-29, tags: fiction, peanuts, soc, voices ⋔ Previous post: On Being Wrong
some weird voice that drifted into my head after throwing away gross peanuts from the liquor store
what i mean to say, child, what i'm trying to get across to you is: don't buy the peanuts at the liquor store. at any liquor store, really, but specifically at any of the liquor stores in this town.
don't buy the peanuts because they are inclined to be funky. as in not fresh, maybe? too salty? too covered in some undisclosed and undesired flavoring? or just plain out of spec.
it's all mean little packets of peanuts they sell at liquor stores around here anyway, that's really all you need to know, but i'm specifically barring you, child, from spending any of my money on peanuts from a damn liquor store around here.
you're better off buying peanuts from anyone in the street who has them to sell, i'll be perfectly honest. and don't do that, either. buy peanuts at the grocery store, child. please heed me.