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Every day I am forced to add yet another name to the list of people I am going to eat when the zombie apocalypse comes.

Every day I am forced to add yet another name to the list of people I am going to eat when the zombie apocalypse comes.

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This 100% cotton tote bag is a fun way to stay organized and keep your hands free!

Design is also available as an apron here and as a tea towel here.

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