What classifies me as a lump, you ask.
Well, it isn't so much a visual comparison as more of a metaphorical comparison.
It sits, sleeps, rolls around, and on occasion (just for the mere sake of surviving) it eats.
When you poke it, it moves-- just a little. When you kick it, it rolls away. When you pick it up, it slips from your hands.
When you yell
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