Death Quote by Suzanne Finnamore

“Why is edamame always ready to expire? It´s so urgent for a vegetable. Edamame. It sounds like an assisted form of suicide. Is there an advertising concept in this?” quote by Suzanne Finnamore — Download Open image

““Why is edamame always ready to expire? It´s so urgent for a vegetable. Edamame. It sounds like an assisted form of suicide. Is there an advertising concept in this?””

Suzanne Finnamore

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