Neat stepped off the line. His feet clanged on the grated floor. “You’ve scrubbed everything except the job. But you forgot one thing.”
“Negative,” Neat said.
Neat reached up and unlatched the faceplate over his chest cavity. Inside, nestled among wires and coolant tubes, was a small, wrinkled, real potato eye. It was sprouting a tiny, defiant green shoot. Neatopotato Xxx Novels 45
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