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Seashell

Wilson P. Higgsbury

Maybe I could sell these.

Collecting them appears to stave off psychic attack.

No two are alike. Well, except those two. And, uh... that one.

A common seashell.

There's nothing edible left inside.

The currency of the sea.

Holding it makes me feel like a tourist.

Sea litter.

Whatever used to live in this is probably dead now.

Pretty useless by themselves but an armful of them would come in incredibly handy.

Ms. Wickerbottom

This was once the covering of a marine invertebrate.

'TIS A PRETTY SHELL

Just some stupid seashell.

Tiny shell would crush easily.

It makes me want to get back into arts and crafts.

Me hears th'blue.

Head thing? Nope

DISCARDED SEA SOMETHING