I walked into a local thrift store with no expectations—just killing time and browsing. Nothing stood out at first, until I saw it: a strange object that looked like a cross between a submarine and a potato.

Curious, I picked it up and turned it over.

There, etched on the bottom, were the words:

The piece had a unique charm—something about its uneven glaze, the odd shape, and the fact that it seemed totally out of place among dusty knickknacks made it feel special.

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